A First Time

Rico led Kylie into the privacy of elevator and slid his hands down her arms, capturing her wrists before leaning in for a kiss. She enjoyed it for a moment, the gentleness of the kiss, but firmness of his touch. When he let her go, she quickly grabbed his wrist and had them pinned at his side in an instant and she kissed him hard, forcefully before pulling away to study his flushed face and increased breathing. “You’re mine tonight Rico. Do you know that?” He nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. “Now, now…that’s no way to obey. I want to hear you say it. Now, are you mine?” “Yes, Kylie I’m yours.” She nodded in approval just as the elevator doors opened and the couple stepped out.

She took the lead, heading towards the penthouse. When she reached the door Rico was right there, quick to unlock the door for her and let her into their home. Instantly it was as though she became a different person and she spun to face him while he locked the door. “Strip. Now.” He was shocked at her words, but hastily complied when he saw the glint in her eyes. This was a side of Kylie that Rico had never seen before, but he was starting to think that he liked it. His clothes were haphazardly scattered across the floor and Kylie frowned at him. “You will pick up those clothes and fold them neatly, then place them on the coffee table. I will be right back.”

Rico was finishing folding his shirt when she returned carrying a black duffle bag that he’d never seen before. She opened it and removed a set of simple black cuffs and motioned him closer. “Face away from me and give me your hands.” He turned quickly and held his hands behind him. He felt the leather of the first cuff caress his skin before the second did the same. She locked them together and smiled, giving a quick pinch to his ass before speaking again. “One of these days Rico, I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours. Will you enjoy that.” “I…I don’t know. But for you I’ll try anything.” “Good boy.” Suddenly the game clicked in Rico’s head and he loved hearing those words. He wondered if she had found the porn he’d been watching about being dominated by a woman. If she had he would be all the happier for it.

Almost as if she had read his mind, Kylie walked around to face him and gave a devious grin, “Yes, I know all about your little secret porn habit Rico. Don’t try to fool yourself into thinking otherwise.” He was overcome with a blush and looked down slightly, avoiding her gaze. “Oh, that’s a pretty picture. My good little submissive Rico. We’ll have to decide how you’re allowed to address me now. My given name won’t do, unless we’re out and about now will it my love?” Rico opted for the simplest answer he could think of and shaking his head replied softly, “No Ma’am.” She smiled her approval and leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. “Good, we’ll start there. Now, what’s your safeword?” “Baseball.” Kylie laughed richly and nodded her head. “You’ve been good for me so far, but I want to punish you, just because I can.” Her words were punctuated by pokes to his chest and he nodded his head, almost too overwhelmed to think.

She pulled a miniature sized sized flogger from her bag of tricks and showed it to him. She slapped it across her hand and then against his thigh. “That’s not too bad is it?” “No Ma’am.” “Good. I’m going to whip your cock with it and you will thank me for each stroke. Are you ready?” “Yes Ma’am.” She smiled at him and laid the first stroke along the side of his cock, almost gently to allow him to get used to it before she would up the intensity. She didn’t want to break her toy after all, just make him obey. “One Ma’am. Two Ma’am. Three Ma’am.” He kept his count nicely his voice straining to stay calm and even as she flogged his cock. It felt so good and he was hopeful that, since this was their first time, she’d let him orgasm tonight. Twenty-five strokes of the flogger later and he was ready to erupt. He wondered if he begged her nicely she might allow it. A soft moan escaped his lips as she reached out and rubbed his cock gently with her hand. “Oh my dear. That felt so good to be punished didn’t it.” And she began to stroke him very gently, letting her warm hand soothe the stings from her flogger. “I think since you’ve been so good I’ll consider giving you the orgasm I know you so desperately want.”

She uncuffed his hands and ordered him to the floor on his back while she stripped bare for him to see. From the angle he had she was a goddess to him and from this day would continue to be such. With her legs spread, Kylie reached down and began to touch herself, knowing that he would be watching, mesmerized by the show she was so generously giving. She bucked her hips getting closer and walked over to him kneeling above his face. “First you’re going to eat my pussy and then, if you’ve done a good job, I might just fuck your brains out.” And she lowered herself to his hungry, waiting mouth.

He dared to place his hands on her hips and began to lick and suck at her, loving that she was grinding against him, smearing her pussy juices across his face, being able to smell her and taste her was driving him wild and his own hips bucked, needing his release. Kylie arched her back into him, her hips gyrating as he sucked her slit into his mouth. Moments later her orgasm overtook her and she lifted her hips smiling down at him. “You did well.” And she wiggled her way down his body to his waiting cock. “Should I ride you until you come? Or should I ride until you almost come?” She looked at him with that same wicked glint she’d had in her eyes earlier.

“Please, Ma’am, I’ve tried so hard to be good for you. Won’t you please grant your boy an orgasm tonight, Ma’am?” His eyes pleaded as well as his mouth and she smiled leaning up to kiss him and taste herself on his lips. “Well…if you don’t come before I do then you’ll get to come again next time we play. Remember that.” And she lowered herself onto his waiting cock.

Kylie bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard at first, chasing her own pleasure, her hands resting on his chest. She moaned and swiveled her hips, using him as her own personal fuck toy to hit all the right spots. When her orgasm hit her it was like a freight train rolling through and she rode him all the way through the orgasm and into the next. She was watching his face the entire time letting him see her pleasure, but also watching his restraint. She relaxed after a moment and squeezed his cock inside of her. “You’ve done very, very well tonight for your first time as my favorite little fuck toy. I think you’ve earned an orgasm…or two since you didn’t come before I did. Good boy.” He squirmed beneath her at those last words and she smiled at him. “Now I’m going to ride your cock, nice and hard and I want you to come for me, for my pleasure. Do you understand me?” Rico nodded.

She resumed her motions riding him hard and fast rocking her hips, finding a pace that pleased them both and she kept it up as hard as she could, grateful that the floor beneath them was carpet and not hardwood. Kylie felt another orgasm building and she thrust her chest towards him. “Pinch my nipples.’ His hands immediately reached up and pinched gently then a little harder, the way her knew she liked and without warning she came again. At the same time he moaned loudly and slammed his hips upwards into hers and she could feel his cock twitching inside of her as he came with her. Gasping Kylie let herself fall forward on his chest and kissed him gently. “I love you, Pet.” He smiled at the nickname and nuzzled her neck. “I love you too Ma’am.”

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Jillian’s Own Robot

Jillian came home from work to find a large, roughly human shaped box leaned against her apartment door. Looks like her package arrived. Hopefully he would be undamaged. She wrestled it through the door and laid it flat for easier opening and pulled the cardboard apart. There was an abundance of packing material that she had to wade through before the face appeared before her. It was amazingly lifelike, right down to a few imperfections to avoid the look of being an “uncanny valley” perfection. The bot came clothed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of basic sneakers to round out the look. Just right.

She quickly went and changed from her work clothes and then began to read the manual on her new bot. Turning him on would just have to wait until she knew how he operated. Once she figured that out she fought to sit the bot up and pressed the power button embedded in the back of his neck. The impossibly blue eyes opened and a male voice seemed to clear its throat. “Hello, my name is Gage and I am your new sex robot, model number SR48690. How can I service you?” Jillian giggled at the stiff formality of the robot and hoped the AI programming could learn to relax a little. “Well, first of all, my name is Jillian and I’d like you to go ahead and get out of that dreadful box and take a seat anywhere in this room you’d like.” “Nice to meet you, Jillian.” and something that passed for a smile crossed the robot’s face. Jillian still wasn’t sure if she wanted to call it or him, but decided that using normal pronouns for him would be more natural. Gage walked over and sat beside her, almost but not quite touching her. “You’re very pretty,” came the voice almost whispering in her ear. “Thank you Gage.”

There was an awkward silence in the room as Jillian went back to reading the manual to see if she could get the robot’s AI to loosen up a little. Finally she encountered a section on “How to Train Your Robot” and was soon engrossed in the myriad explanations of different training methods for different things. But nothing about making them friendlier so she’d just have to wing it.”Gage, I want you to try and relax around me. I’d like us to be friends.” “Friends? I’m not sure how to be friends.” “Well we can learn together then. Friends sit and talk with one another in an easy manner, they might share dinner or drink, they spend time together doing things, and generally just hang out. We can always hang out here.” Gage slowly processed what she was telling him and then nodded. “OK, I think we can do that. But what about my original, intended purpose?” “Oh we’ll be getting to that shortly.”

Shortly actually meant now as Jillian could no longer restrain her curiosity about the experience she would have with a sex robot that was her ideal looking man. Hopefully it went well. She’d paid a pretty penny for him. She took his hands and ran her fingers down his arm, feeling the softness of the most lifelike skin material out there and the soft sprinkling of hair on his arm. He turned his face towards hers, expectantly and Jillian leaned in to give him a kiss. Gage’s lips were soft and pliable just like any other man and the kisses soon deepened into more. She encouraged him to put his hands on her body and touch her and he followed her instructions marvelously. Eventually he would learn her preferences, at least according to the manual.

Soon the human and the robot were spread across the couch, him shirtless and her nearly so as they explored each other’s bodies. He railed kisses down her neck and finally removed her shirt completely. “Exquisite,” came the murmur of his voice and Jillian blushed a bit at the compliment. She felt like Gage was quite a real man at this point and could feel a protuberance through his jeans, so she knew that part of him worked as advertised. She lifted her hips against him and he groaned softly. That was enough and they were both suddenly fighting to get out of their clothing. Jillian fairly dove at him and wrapped her lips around the perfectly sized, perfectly lifelike dick that was before her. Gage put his hands in her hair and she was reminded briefly that he was still a robot, but right now she didn’t care. She could suck him to her heart’s content without him ever getting tired and as she did so she grew wetter and wetter, especially hearing the pleasurable noises he was making. Finally she let him go and looked at him. “I want you to eat me, Gage. You’ll do that won’t you?” “Of course, my dear.”

And they repositioned to a more comfortable angle with him kneeling on the floor between her legs. First he teased her inner thighs with nibbles and kisses and tiny licks before he began to tease at her slit the same way, never quite dipping his tongue far enough between them to do anything but tease and titillate. Jillian was moaning on the couch and rocking her hips against him gently, wanting more, but she had known that the first few times would be slow as the robot learned. Finally he parted her lips and ran his tongue all the way up to her clit which he began to flicker his tongue across ever so gently. “More, Gage, more!” He obliged and slid a finger inside of her while he kept up the gentle pace on her clit. He curled that finger right against the spot he was programmed to hit and she bucked her hips wildly as she drenched him in her come. “That was amazing.” He gave her a rakish grin as he stood up, scooped her into his arms and asked, “Bedroom?”

Jillian pointed down the hallway too distracted by planting kisses along his skin to give a verbal response. She heard his noise of appreciation when she hit a certain spot so she hovered over it before biting down gently. He stopped in his tracks momentarily and Jillian made note of one of the erogenous zones they had programmed into him.

Reaching her bedroom he laid her on the bed and staring down at her, spoke with an authority that she loved. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to like it. How he had already discerned that she responded well to domination was beyond her, but she wasn’t going to complain. She trailed her fingers down her body, using one finger to circle her clit. “Come and get me.” Swiftly, the robot was on the bed, poised to fuck her and she could feel his dick teasing her folds gently. “Please, let me have it!” He grinned again and slowly slipped inside of her. Jillian moaned at the perfectness of it all and once more lifted her hips to met his. Her legs wrapped around his back to pull him deeper inside of her and she was moaning and bucking on the bed, trapped under Gage’s weight and loving every moment of having her own personal sex bot.

He pounded relentlessly at her pussy, moaning as he did so. “You’re so tight.” he told her in a whisper, glorying in the feelings his owner felt with him. He learned more of her with each stroke, each touch, and he wanted to learn as much as he could per the instructions programmed into him. He would do this and be perfect for her. Her fingers reached down to play with her clit while he fucked her and it wasn’t long before she was wild underneath him, aching to orgasm. Finally a particularly deep stroke made her come and come hard, her entire body shaking. Gage slipped out of her and flopped onto the bed on his back. Jillian took his hand and smiled at him. “You are incredible. We should do this again sometime. And the sex bot merely smiled.

Wicked Wednesday 289 – Neighbors – (The Art of Listening)

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There was a low groan from the other side of the wall and Drew looked at Sarah and grinned. The neighbors were at it again. They both paused what they were doing and walked to the wall, pressing an ear against it (not that they needed to) and listened with bated breath. That low groan turned into a murmured name and then a soft cry from the woman.

They heard her whimper slightly and wondered just what caused that delicious noise. Sarah was imagining that it was his head between her thighs that made her make those noises. Drew imagined something a little rougher, a fist in her hair as she sucked a cock deep into her mouth. They spooned together as they leaned against the wall and Drew wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist, his fingers dipping just below the band of her pants and teasing her skin. Typically these sessions with their neighbors lasted anywhere from thirty minutes to several hours and always left both Sarah and Drew wanting each other and more.

The woman next door cried her first orgasm and Sarah shuddered against Drew, wanting her own orgasm as well. “Soon,” he whispered. His hand slid lower along her body and gently found her clit. He pressed down softly and began to circle it as they listened to the sexual symphony that was played out for them to hear. She bucked her hips and he pulled her closer with his other hand on her hip. She could feel his hard cock and ground back against him as the neighbors next door had no idea what they inspired as their bed began to creak and squeak in a regular rhythm.

And without fail they heard the man groan again and the woman, who was the more vocal of the two, start begging him to fuck her. She seemed to lose all sense of restraint as she cried out over and over, her words becoming more explicit as she rode the waves of pleasure. Drew rubbed harder at Sarah’s clit and she shivered in his arms, biting back a moan of her own, lest the neighbors hear them and figure out they were listening in, even though it would have been impossible to miss period once she started crying out the way she did. Sudden silence. And the his hushed voice, just barely audible, “Come for me.” The woman’s cries began unintelligible as she orgasmed like she was told and knowing that she was being told what to do make Sarah come as well, bucking her hips relentlessly.

Drew kissed Sarah’s neck and teasingly whispered to her, “Good girl.” just as they heard a voice repeat the same on the other side of the wall. Sarah bit her lip hard and went limp against Drew for a long moment. In the quiet they heard his voice again. “Settle down little one. There’ll be more of that later, but right now its nap time.”

Knowing they’d hear nothing for several more hours Sarah and Drew raced off to their bedroom and stripped as fast as they could before Drew had Sarah bent over the bed, burying his cock in her dripping pussy. He rode her hard and fast and she moaned quietly doing her best to press her body against his, relishing the feeling of his hands digging into her hips and wondering if she’d have fingerprint bruises as a reminder. Drew growled softly and Sarah knew he was close. She was too and they both knew they’d orgasm together. Seconds later Sarah swore and Drew felt her pussy spasm around his cock. He slammed into her once, twice, and filled her with liquid heat. Slowly they pulled apart and slid into the own bed. Sarah looked at Drew giggling and spoke, “Nap time?” They both laughed and cuddled together drowsily in the late afternoon sun.

Multi-Orgasmic

He stopped at her desk and stroked her hair. “Come lay down with me. It’s cooler in the bedroom.” She nodded and followed him, flopping down ungracefully on the bed. He eased into the bed more gently and was kissing her immediately, his need evident. She wound her arms around him, returning his kisses with equal fervor. He didn’t bother undressing her, merely reached under the t-shirt she wore and let his fingers find her clit, teasing her, pushing her further into a state of arousal. She squirmed against his hand and suddenly she was coming, her body pressing into his. He never stopped his onslaught of her clit, want to see her come again and again. And he got exactly what he wanted.

Finally his fingers slid down a bit and into her dripping pussy. A quick series of flutters and she was crying out, the open window almost forgotten, as another orgasm spurred her desire. His fingers never stopped moving, pushing her through orgasm after orgasm just because he wanted to feel her come against his fingers, feel her clenching tightly around him. She was so sensitive and all his. “Do you want more, little one? Come for me again and I’ll fist fuck your pretty pussy til you can’t even think.”
She moaned in response and lifted her hips from the bed grinding against his fingers. The next orgasm that he wanted burst from her like water through a dam and she threw her head back, eyes closed.

She didn’t see him reach for the lube and coat his hand liberally, but a moment later she felt his fingers again, teasing her this time. “Are you going to come before I get my hand all the way in?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t”, he ordered and slowly started sliding his fingers in and out working his way up to his entire hand. As his hand finally slid deeply inside her he whispered, “You may.” The instant she heard the word escape his lips, she was riding his hand as she came yet again. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, but thanked her lucky stars for being multi-orgasmic in the first place.

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hand slipping in and out of her, his fingers stopping to flutter at spots she could never reach and drove her through one orgasm and into the next. His fingers curled into a fist and began to fuck her. Hard. Relentlessly. And she looked up at him as she writhed against his hand. He simply nodded and she came once more in an explosive orgasm that left her sated and spent. She felt him slide his fist out of her, gently, and whimpered a bit at the feeling of emptiness. He stroked her hair with his non-lube covered hand. “Are you OK?” She nodded, not quite able to speak just yet and waited for him to clean up a bit before snuggling against his warmth. “I love you,” she murmured as she clung to him like the only port in a storm. “I love you too, little one. Now get some rest.”

Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)

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His pet was a beauty to him. Ephemeral and lovely in her cuffs and collar and nothing else. He loved the way her ass reddened from the sting of his toys, the way she wiggled and jumped at each stroke. Her obedience to him was as flawless as she could make it and he loved her so, as she loved him. She was the Jane to his Edward.

They were the inspiration for one another to live as they did and to love as they did and so it was that they fell deeper and deeper into the roles of artist and muse. He drew patterns on her body in wax, elicited music from her passionate cries, and came alive when she was with him. She craved these moments when she was his canvas and cherished them as no other.

One night, at a party, they were giving a demonstration. She was a living work of art, bound in rope, by the desire simmering in the room, and she was all his to show off with intricate ties and carefully placed knots. Before he was done the room began to buzz with energy. One submissive knelt and the wet sucking sounds of a blowjob could be heard. It only added to tension in the room. Another was bent over the back of a chair, trying not to moan as they were fucked ever so gently while watching the scene before them unfold. As the ties were completed and she was held like a bird suspended and swinging he reached for her, kissing her before sending her spinning slowly around, to display his art. And he he began to whisper to her, all the things he was going to do to her once he untied her. How she was going to suck him and if she was a good girl he’d let her come for him. How he wanted to flog her beautiful ass. They became entirely unaware of the room around them and gradually his fingers found her wet, hungry pussy.

That they were being watched was of no import. He traced a pattern against her skin, a secret “I love you”, and slipped a single finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He finger fucked her slowly, watching her try to squirm in the ropes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissed her neck, while adding another finger to her pussy. Gods, she was amazing and so was he. Gradually the room stilled from its debauchery once more to watch another scene unfold before them. Soon her cries echoed in the silence and she bucked her hips against the ropes and his fingers as best she could, her body begging for more. Another finger. He whispered her name. She looked at him, her desire evident to all present and held his gaze, knowing what he wanted. And she nodded, just once.

Slowly, a fourth finger joined the rest and gradually as she rocked and cried out, her body opened to him. And he slid his hand inside of her her. She froze, her only movement coming from the gentle swing of the ropes as an orgasm washed through her body. Her cries became a low moan and the room watched her come for him. He moved slowly, fisting her gently, carefully, but never stopping those movements. She would come for him again.

And as she hung there, his art, his love, he drove her higher and again she gave that deep, satisfied moan as her entire body trembled in the ropes and her head dropped to hide her face. Carefully he slipped free of her body and began to untie her, unwinding her bonds and freeing her to fall into him. She did so and he carried her to a quiet corner where the was a blanket waiting with some water and a snack someone had left there. Wrapping her and holding her close he murmured soft words and caressed her warm skin. She was his muse and she had served him well.

Wicked Wednesday 284: Telephone (Textual Context)

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It was an unknown number that popped up with the text message.”Hello sweet girl.” She frowned at the message and replied, “Who is this?” It took a few moments for a reply to arrive, but when it did the picture was of a handsome man she recalled having met at a recent gathering. She had not, however, given him her number, nor given him any inclinations that she was interested. So how had he gotten her number (a friend) and why was he interested in her?

“Because, my dear, you intrigue me. And I like a good puzzle. You seem so tough on the outside, all brash and wild, but I think, on the inside, you want someone to hold you close and let you relax and perhaps even submit.”

“And I think you’re fucking crazy.”

“Maybe so, but maybe not. Are you willing to take that chance though? Or would you rather miss out?”

“I’m not missing out on anything, thank you.”

Every few days the pair shared a message exchange with him trying to cajole her into meeting with him, at least for coffee. He wanted to sit down with this woman and talk to her. He learned bits and pieces about her through text messages, like guessing her favorite color one day or finding out that she had a cat. Little, trivial things. Eventually he expected he’d wear her down or she’d block his number, but he never knew which. After several months of their back and forth she agreed to meet him for coffee, but only coffee. She pulled up to the shop and walked in glancing around to see if he had beat her there. She didn’t see him so she turned to leave as she figured her attempt had been made. Not her fault he wasn’t there at the agreed upon time. She spun on her heel only to bump right into him. And the picture he’d sent did not even come close to doing him justice. He was taller than her with dark, commanding eyes and short black hair. She wasn’t exactly short and her hair was blonde and punky with flashing hazel eyes. He grinned. “Leaving so soon?”

He took her arm and steered her to a table before going up to get coffee for them. He had learned she liked a good mocha with double whip cream. His choice was a more basic latte. When he returned he sat down and simply stared at her for a long moment. She arched an eyebrow and then very deliberately ran a finger through the whipped cream on her drink, sucking it off her finger, never breaking eye contact with him. He smiled. “See, brash indeed, your haircut says you’re a little wild, but that, that right there just calls for someone to bend you over their knee for a good spanking.” “I don’t think so,” her words were sharp and biting and made him chuckle. The rest of the date was full of such back and forth.

When her phone dinged shortly after she got home and she saw it was him she audibly groaned. Sure, she was attracted to the man, but she wasn’t the submissive type and she knew it. But she couldn’t help a smile when she saw it.

“Did you make it home OK sweet girl?”

“Of course I did. I’m not some shrinking violet who can’t handle herself alone.”

Again messages were exchanged and they learned more about one another as well as slowly becoming more intimate with him pushing and she finding herself wanting to answer. She didn’t think about what this might mean. She didn’t want to so she shoved it from her mind and pretended it was all a game. Little did she know how big the stakes were.

One day a multi-hued bouquet of carnations showed up at her job with a note. ‘Dinner. Tonight. 6:30 PM at the Landmark. The Landmark, she thought; he was really pulling out all the stops suddenly, but she wasn’t missing up a chance for a good order of Clams Casino so she freshened up after work and was waiting at the restaurant in her car by 6:20. At 6:25 he tapped on the window and she slid from the car. They enjoyed a nice dinner without quite so much sniping back and forth this time, just real conversation and at the end of the night he issued her a challenge. “So, I know you’re not submissive from what you keep telling me, but if I dared you to go to the ladies room, remove your panties, and bring them back to me at this table, what would you say?” She stared him down evenly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.” He threw his head back laughing for a minute. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come home with me?” “I’m sure,” came the dry response. And then a quieter, “Thank you for the flowers, they were lovely.” “I’m glad you liked them,” he smiled and they left to go their separate ways.

Again he checked to see if she made it home OK and again she had a scathing response ready. At this point even she enjoyed their repartee, even if she occasionally found him infuriating. They began to see one another with more frequency and finally during a walk through a local hiking trail he pushed her against a tree and gave her a split second to say no before he kissed her. There was no thought to her actions, but her arms were around his neck almost instantly and holding onto him. They were both a little shocked when he pulled away from her. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.” She just shrugged and kept walking, a response he had expected. But as they came back through he pushed her against the same tree and kissed her again, refusing to let her just walk away from it this time. He traced his hands down the sides of her body. “Come home with me. Just say yes sweet girl.”

She smiled at the nickname he’d given her and finally after months of waiting, she said yes.

Kink of the Week – Halloween – (Haunted Fun)

Jack and Ann hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other, even while waiting in light for Fright World. It was supposed to be the scariest haunted house for miles and that’s why they picked it. Nothing like some sexy fun in a haunted house to spice up Halloween. They had taken a hayride to get there and then gone through a corn maze and enjoyed each other in the privacy of the maze as well. But it wasn’t quite enough.

Finally it was their turn to head into the haunted house. “Remember the rules folks. No touching, no smoking, no drinking, and no screwing around. Got it?” “Got it,” replied Jack with a smile while Ann nodded in agreement. “Well then, have a scary good time.” And the pair progressed into the attraction. Immediately they both started looking for places away from the tiny bit of light to hide out and the first one they found came in a small alcove after a couple of silly scares had popped out at them. Jack pulled Ann close to him for a kiss and slid his hands under her shirt to grope at her. She purred contentedly in his ear and let her head fall back when he began to kiss and nibble at her neck.

Without warning a mask wearing, chainsaw wielding, maniac comes popping out of the shadows, causing Ann to scream and Jack to quickly remove his hands from under her shirt as they once again began to move through the attraction. Ann took advantage of a particularly dark spot to give Jack a grope as well and the both laughed together before jumping at the murderously creepy clowns silently surrounding them on all but one side. Fleeing the clowns they ran across a rotting zombie next who clearly wanted one thing. Braiiiiinssss.

Another dark hallway and Jack pushed Ann against the wall for another kiss and grope, hoping they wouldn’t be disturbed this time. Ann made it as far as her knees and was looking around them to check for anything that might go bump in the night when a metallic sound came rushing towards them as another saw, this time grinding against the concrete floor with a hideous ghoul attached came right towards them. They laughed and ran again. Slowly they made their way through the haunted house taking time to stop and share kisses here and there only to get chased away by ghosts and goblins and evil talking dolls that sang their threats in eerie voices. By the time it was over, both of them were ready to explode with desire.

As the haunted house came to an end and they looped back out the exit, the barker gave them an evil grin. “I do hope our resident vampire didn’t give you a kiss, my dear,” alluding to the clear bite marks on Ann’s neck. She grinned back at him. “Maybe he did and maybe I liked it.” And the couple headed back to their car and home.

The level of teasing ratcheted up once they got into the car and soon Ann was leaned over in her seat with her mouth wrapped around Jack’s dick. He was trying hard to concentrate on his driving and every time they hit a bump it made her bounce a little, which felt so nice that Jack wished this was a bumpier road indeed. Finally he’d had enough and pulled off onto what he hoped was a deserted side road and pulled Ann out of the car with him, yanked her jeans and panties down, and bent her over the hood of the car.

He held her hips still, fucking her hard and fast as she squirmed beneath him, moaning and pleading for more. Ann gasped and shivered in the cool air and began to wail like a banshee as her orgasm overtook her. She wriggled her hips as best she could against Jack who only fucked his girl faster and harder. As fast as he could. He wanted to feel that pussy tighten around him again. Very soon he was rewarded with just that and Ann bucked her hips back against him, thrashing wildly about as she came a second time and then a third immediately after. He pulled out of her, spun her around and pushed her to her knees and Ann quickly took his dick back into her mouth. She could taste the mixed flavors of them both and that only made her more eager. She wanted to taste his come as well and she sucked and licked and teased him until felt felt ready to explode. With a low hum she slipped her mouth all the way up to tip of his dick and sucked hard. Without fail she knew what set him off and this was one of his favorite feelings. He quickly emptied a hot load into her mouth, which she happily swallowed and then grinned at him. Suddenly they heard a car in the distance headed towards them and they fought to yank their clothes into place and bolted for the relative safety of the car.