Wicked Wednesday 285 – (From Texting To Sex)

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She followed him to his place, wondering, as she drove, what the hell she was doing. She’d met the man via text message for goodness sake and he seemed to want her to submit to him sexually. “Not happening,” she muttered to herself.

As he lead her to his place he wondered at his good fortune of finally meeting a woman who intrigued him so much, one that he wanted, and could almost see himself spending a long time with, assuming that she’d let him get that close. Even now, he wasn’t sure if she had agreed because she wanted him or wanted to fuck or both.

He pulled into the drive with her right behind him and he knew just how he was going to launch their sexual adventures. He led her inside and gave her a brief tour, keeping a gentle hand on her at all times until he felt her relax which meant he could show her the bedroom. It wasn’t anything outrageous or spectacular, but he wondered how she’d react to being in there, especially after the kisses they had shared previously. His intuition was proven correct as she gave him a wicked grin and bounced onto his bed. “Well, you talked into coming home with you. Now what?”

Slowly he advanced towards her, peeling off his t-shirt as he came closer and unsnapping his jeans a few steps later. Before he reached the bed he was left only in his boxers and grinned at her. “Now what indeed, sweet girl. Shall I undress you too?” She gave a low chuckle and tossed off her t-shirt revealing a simple bra before sliding off the bed to undo her pants as well. Shimmying her hips the denim fell to her feet and she stepped out of them and spun around to show off her ass in a set of boy shorts that did wonderful things for her. He had been anticipating this all the way home so seeing her mostly nude was enough to make him rock hard and ready.

Quickly his arms wrapped around her and jerked her closer for another deep tongue tangling kiss. She moaned and pressed against him, entwining her fingers in his ebony hair. Easily he lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist holding onto him tightly. They were right at the edge of the bed and could’ve easily gotten comfortable there, but there was something hot and primal about feeling her all wrapped around him, the way her ass felt with he cupped it in his hands and squeezed gently. She writhed at his touch, squirming to be closer to him, her fingers tugging lightly at his hair. Finally he did lay her back on the bed and knelt at her feet his hands skimming up her legs to her underwear. He teased her inching closer to the juncture of her thighs and she leaned up to watch him, her hazel eyes full of wanting. “I want you to fuck me. Now.” She was again a bit brash and straight to the point and he smiled at her. “What if I tell you no?” “Then what am I doing here?” she countered. To which he nodded, planted kisses on either of her thighs and as she finished stripping so did he.

His hands reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her cry out softly. Her legs were spread for him and he groaned with delight as he watched her reach down and slide one finger into her pussy then bring it up to her mouth and suck her juices from it. It reminded him of that first meeting at the coffee shop. As he grabbed a condom, she played with herself her eyes never leaving his face. Another moan escaped her lips and he realized that she was already on the edge of an orgasm. He paused and watched her fingers dancing across her clit, dipping into her pussy now and then, and she arched an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?” Her voice was breathy and sexy and wanting and he smiled again. “I want to watch you come first.” And her fingers focused on her clit rubbing and teasing and sometimes pinching. She began to thrust her hips ever so slightly into the air and there was the orgasm he had hoped to see. Her head thrown back with a low moan and her body trembling. It was then that he slid inside of her and that moan grew louder as he felt her wetness tighten around him. “Yes! Fuck me and I’ll come all over your cock.” His strokes were not slow and steady but fast and hard and that seemed to be just what she wanted as her legs wrapped around him once more and pulled him tighter against her. He buried himself as deep as he could with each thrust and before long he could feeling her shaking beneath him. He stared into her wide eyes and whispered her name. The dam broke and her orgasm simply didn’t seem to stop as he fucked her. He felt his own orgasm building and grabbed onto her hips, driving himself faster and faster. With a roar of pleasure he came as her pussy gripped him hard and tight. They locked eyes again. “That was fucking amazing.” “You’re fucking amazing.” And he kissed her hungrily before rearranging them both so they were laying on the bed properly. “Give me a few minutes and we can do that again.” She veritably purred with delight and kissed him. Suddenly she was very glad that she had said yes.

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Evie tilted her head back enjoying the hot spray of water over her body. She lathered up, paying special attention to her perky tits and smooth vulva. She wanted to be fresh and clean when Pat got home. She was horny and just wanted him to fuck her senseless. Stepping out of the shower she dried off and wrapped her wet hair in a towel. She was impatient for Pat to get home. Her pussy was already dripping and she slipped a finger inside herself to taste her own juices. So sweet. She was combing out her damp hair when she heard the front door open and grinned wickedly at the thought of her husband coming upstairs to her. Hearing Pat’s tread on the stairs she stepped into the door way with a come hither stare and Pat drank her in, reveling in the voluptuous, nay Rubenesque, curves of her body. A beautiful sight indeed.

Before she could get a word out of her mouth he was kissing her roughly, then slowly, holding her tightly against him, wrinkling his suit. She pressed against his shoulders trying to get his suit jacket off so she could undress the rest of him, but he wasn’t having it. He walked her backwards until she was pinned between him and the edge of the bed. “No…I don’t have time to take my suit off. Instead, you’re going to suck my cock and then I want to fuck you, just like the good little slut you are for me.” Evie shuddered and gave him a once over, appreciating the sharp cut of his suit and gave a playful tug on his tie. “Yes, Mr. Fredricks, anything you say Sir,”

Immediately they had dropped themselves into a role play of slutty secretary getting fucked by her boss, no matter that the setting was wrong or that Evie was already naked. Mr. Fredricks pushed Evie down onto the bed so she was sitting almost at eye level with the bulge in his pants. “Well, what are you waiting for? Take it out and suck it,” he growled at her. Evie grinned and took her time undoing his belt, making him wait just a teeny bit longer before she freed his cock and wrapped her plump lips around the head of it and sucked it down hard right into her throat and swallowed for him. He groaned and pulled back a little before resting his hands on the sides of her face and began thrusting again, letting her swallow each time he slid down her throat. It only took a minute or so before he was ready to come, but he wanted to fuck her before he did. “Stand up and bend over.”

Evie hurried to comply with his request wanting his cock inside of her as badly as he needed to put it there. He pushed her further down than she had bent and slipped his cock into her wet, tight pussy gritting his teeth as she fluttered her muscles around him. Then he fucked her hard and furious. Evie knew if she didn’t catch up with his need he’d come without her so she reached down and began to rub her clit in not so gentle circles and moaned feeling him sliding in and out of her so close. Her hips began to buck in time with his as they both rushed to an orgasm that would leave them both breathless. It hit Evie out of the blue and she cried out her body frozen as Pat fucked her through the orgasm she was having and into the beginnings of a second one before he lost control and slammed his hips against hers as his own orgasm overtook him.

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.

Learning to Submit

Sir yanked her forward across his knees and hiked her skirt up and her panties down and began to spank her ass hard and fast. She was in trouble again for her smart mouth and he didn’t care whether she was sorry or not right this second. Her ass was quickly peppered with hand prints and she had begun to cry quietly to herself. Despite the tears, her cunt was soaking wet and he stroked it gently making her shudder, before sliding her off his lap and onto the floor.

Hastily she assumed a most submissive position on her knees with her body been towards him almost as if in worship. He nodded approvingly at this, although she could not see him. “That’s the third time today you decided to run your smart mouth. Next time you do it your punishment will be more than just a severe spanking. Do you understand?” She nodded her head and spoke just above a whisper, “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Now you’ve taken your spanking like a good girl, but we’re not done. I want you to go get your journal and you will write one hundred times, ‘I will not be smart with Sir’ and your handwriting had better be neat and legible.”

She stifled a groan at this as she hated writing lines, but right now she knew better than to say a word or he would double her lines and she’d miss any chance of getting back into his good graces. After some time had passed and her lines were written she presented the journal to Sir so that he may examine her work. “There, that’s what I wanted from you. Now come here Kitten and sit with me.” She cuddled up next to him, her ass still smarting and her still wishing for a good hard fuck that she knew she wasn’t getting. He idly petted her hair while half watching a program on TV and it would appear that they were the picture of domestic bliss.

“Kitten, would you like some cream?” She giggled and slid off the couch to kneel at his feet and he nodded at her. Happily she unbuckled his pants and pushed his boxers aside to get to his cock; she licked her lips and then licked his cock, treating it like a lollipop and getting it good and wet before taking him into her mouth. She sucked gently hollowing out her cheeks for the best suction and gradually worked her way down the length of his cock as close as she could to taking him into her throat. He watched her through dark eyes, a half smile on his lips and ran his fingers through her hair. “Good girl.”

Quickly his fingers clenched into her hair, holding her tightly as he began to fuck her face driving his cock deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Kitten did her best to relax for him and focused on keeping her breathing steady. Sir pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth and moving slowly, slid back inside, pushing further and further this time until he felt her submit completely as he pushed into her throat. “Swallow.” She did so twice and was trying to pull away so she could get some air. He allowed this; after all one did not wish to break their toys. His grip in her hair loosened, but he never let go continuing to fuck her gently, letting her lick and suck as he did so. He tried to maintain a steady paced even as his impending orgasm approached, but when Kitten moaned around his cock, all bets were off.

Sir began to thrust quickly, his rhythm faltering while Kitten plied her tongue and lips to get the cream she so desperately wanted. He was rapidly losing control and let his grip on her hair go completely, his hips rocking back and forth. Kitten made another noise that vibrated along the length of his hardness and he groaned softly. “That’s my girl. You swallow every drop, you understand?” His voice was slightly strained and Kitten nodded affirmatively never taking her eyes from his as she sucked and licked and played with his cock in her mouth. A quiet rushing sensation filled his head and he shoved his hips forward one final time as he began to shoot jets of his hot come into Kittens mouth. She almost couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep up, but she did and every drop went straight into her belly. She loved the taste of him, of his come, and slowly pulled her lips from his cock to tell him so. He laughed softly and sank back onto the couch while she knelt there at his feet, her head resting on his thigh. They enjoyed a long moment of companionable silence before she spoke, with a giggle in her voice. “Thank you for the cream, Sir.” He laughed and pulled her up against him for a kiss. “Anytime you like Kitten. You’re becoming such a good girl for Sir.”

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.

Wicked Wednesday 282 – Mirror – (Reflections of a Woman)

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Lexi sighed and ran her hands down her body. She was curvy yes, but she was also chubby, no not chubby, fat in all the wrong places. Spinning around she looked over her shoulder at herself and let out another sigh. At least, she thought, her ass filled out a pair of jeans nicely. But she certainly couldn’t see in herself what her boyfriend James seemed to see, not even when she stared at herself in the mirror as she was doing now. Another sigh escaped her and she wandered over to her closet trying to find something to wear for a casual date.

Finding nothing that appealed to her, she walked back over to the mirror and stared some more. “What does he see,” she whispered. Another round of staring at herself from any angle she could manage and she fell back onto the bed behind her, depressed, curious, and well aware that she was going to be late for her evening unless she got moving.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” she muttered to herself as she got back up to take a stab at finding something to wear. They were just going bowling so she could get away with jeans she thought and slipped her favorite pair over her black lace boy shorts. Now to find a shirt. Hmm, that’s it. V-neck shirts always showed off her cleavage nicely and if James enjoyed the view so much then she may as well give him something to look at. She laughed as she swiped her lips in berry pink, grabbed her bag, and went to wait for James. His knock came at the door only moments later.

When she opened the door he enveloped her in a hug and a kiss before pulling away to smile at her. “You look ravishing as always.” And a s always, Lexi blushed a bit at his compliment, although she was getting a little better at accepting them. She still had those doubt though and tonight they were in full force just like they’d been on their first date. Lexi did her best to push them away, but she was pensive on the ride to the bowling alley, thinking about how she wasn’t exactly a ten on the attractiveness scale and how she measured up or didn’t measure up and generally tearing herself down despite how hard James was trying to help build her up. Those were her thoughts and when they reached the bowling alley, James stopped her from getting out and took her hands.

“Look Lexi, I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about the entire way here and I wish you could see what I do. You’re beautiful and you don’t even know it. And if my guess is correct, you agonized over what to wear all day and spent some time staring into the mirror and generally berating yourself for not being perfect or skinny. But I don’t care if you don’t measure up to the world’s vision of perfect. You’re my vision of perfect. OK?” She nodded trying not to cry at the sweet words and squeezed his hands. “You’re right, I’ve spent all day ruminating on how I look and how I fail to measure up and everything that comes to mind of that nature. I know I’m fat, I know not everyone is going to like me or want me or even be nice to me. I’ve experienced enough shame about my body to last a lifetime and it some ways it probably will. But you help me try to be better. Now let’s go bowling.”

The pair played a few lightly competitive games (they were both terrible bowlers it turned out) before James decided enough was enough. He stopped Lexi from setting up the next game and told her to stop and look across the room. He covertly pointed out that she was being watched by a man several lanes over. “That’s not disgust Lexi. He’s wondering if we’re together or if we’re just friends. He finds you attractive.” The moment she glanced up the man looked away quickly as though he’d been caught in the act. Lexi looked at James. “Seriously? We’re on a date and you’re pointing out guys checking me out?” He laughed softly. “I just want you to know that I’m not the only one in the world that finds you desirable my dear. That’s all.” He pulled her closer and gave her a rather possessive kiss. “Let’s go back to my place.”

They turned in their ugly rented shoes and left. Lexi began to anticipate having some fun with James, even though she was feeling extra insecure tonight. She almost dreaded taking her clothes off, although he’d seen her naked before and he hadn’t shied away. She was just too deep in her own head. She hoped she could relax.

James poured them both a glass of wine and watched Lexi drink hers more quickly than usual. He took it as a sing that she was eager for him and smiled. Perhaps his little speech in the car had some effect after all. He sat the glass aside and pulled her close to him for another kiss. Before too long her shirt was off and his clothing followed until they were both nude on his couch. James knelt down and kissed his way up Lexi’s legs, enjoying the feel of her skin and finding a sensitive spot just behind her right knee. They’d had sex, but he hadn’t gone down on her yet and that made her nervous too. What if he didn’t like her vulva or clit, what if she was just too fat there too? What if, what if what if?

And then he kissed her clit and she sighed gently. James smiled up at her although she wasn’t watching him and continued to tease her with small kisses, nibbles, and tiny licks here and there. He wanted her to ask for this. To relax enough to enjoy herself. Gradually her legs opened wider and she gathered up the courage to look down at him as he sucked gently at her. Their eyes met and she could see naked desire in his, while he saw the fear in hers. “You know we can always stop,” he reminded her. “I…I don’t want you to stop. Please…” He smiled at her again and finally, given permission, he fairly dove into her, lifting her thighs over his shoulders so her could bury his face against her skin.

Lexi shivered at the feelings he gave her and began to whimper and gasp, slowly getting louder and louder as she neared that edge. He murmured words that she couldn’t make out against her skin and the vibrations were enough. She arched her back, thrusting her body towards him as her orgasm took her breath away. James looked up at the satiated and wanton looking woman on his couch and grinned. He wondered if she knew he’d been telling her he loved her. He took her to bed then and took her over and over that night, always driving her to higher peaks than before.

Wicked Wednesday – Car Keys – (The Hunt)

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Marc swore softly to himself, then called out to his girlfriend, “Hey Cass, have you seen my keys?” “No idea hon!” came the half shouted reply from the other side of the house. But Cassandra did know where her keys were. She grabbed them and when she found Marc still looking and growing ever frustrated she left them jingle softly as they slipped into her bra. Marc looked up. “Did you find my keys?”

She grinned at him and ran her hands down her body. “You should come over here and find out.” He gave her a lewd grin and walked over to her, then walked around her, appreciating the view from the back as well as the front. “I think, my dear, that if you have my keys you’d best hand them over. “And I still think if you want them you should come get them.” And Cassandra skipped away laughing. Marc chased after her, his mood lightened somewhat and grabbed around the waist. He proceeded to check her pockets, making sure to squeeze her ass when her checked the pockets on the back of her jeans. While he was distracted with her ass, she leaned in and trailed a hot line of kisses along his jawline. He moaned and grabbed her ass harder, having completely forgotten about his keys for the moment.

Cassandra pressed herself against his body, hoping he couldn’t feel her keys and the slid down to her knees, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock from its denim prison. She stroked it gently for a minute making him groan and beg her for more. So she gave him more as she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to bob her head up and down sucking gently then harder. Marc fairly purred his appreciation, resting his hand on the back of her head while she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him as deep as she could while she sucked and licked at the same time. She wanted him to forget about his keys for now and it seemed to be working.

“Cass, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to fuck you.” A mumbled and muffled, “That’s fine. I want this instead.” reached his ears and he grinned as he looked down to see her pop the button on her own jeans to she could reach down to play with herself while she sucked him off. That made him moan and thrust his hips involuntarily. He could imagine the taste of her and wanted the real thing. And that’s what made him want to come more than anything. He growled softly and Cass knew he would come for her soon and she just wanted to taste him. His hips began to move in time with her sucking and she smiled to herself around the delightful dick in her mouth. Soon. Sooner than she thought as Marc suddenly froze mid-thrust and she could feel the hot salty liquid coating her mouth. She moaned happily her mouth still wrapped around him and that caused him to shiver and gently push her away. “No more Babe. I can’t handle it.” She smiled up at him and remained where she was. “So, are you gonna come find those keys now?”

He pulled her to her feet and deliberately began to feel her up wondering where she might have hidden his keys. Cassandra reveled in the feeling of his hands on her body and grinned as he grabbed her tits, but the keys never made a sound. Marc began to slowly strip her starting with her jeans where he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her mons as a promise of what would come later. Or perhaps sooner. He could smell her and it was distracting him from his keys again. Just a quick taste he thought, to tease them both, then he’d strip her down the rest of the way. Surely he’d find his keys then. And he moved her legs apart gently to get better access and swiped her tongue along her slit a couple of times. He looked up at her as she moaned breathily and kissed her there his tongue darting out once more. But he was a man on a mission and worked his way back up her body, slowly sliding her t-shirt up and trailing kisses as he went. Soon she was left in just her bra and he remembered that old game that girls would play with the boys, dropping the boy’s keys down their bras and daring the boys to come get them. He laughed triumphantly and reached into her bra, groping her as he did so, only to remove her keys instead. He looked confused for a moment then looked at her and began to laugh. “You little minx. You set me up!” Cassandra smiled at him. “Was it worth it?” He laughed again and picked her up only to deposit her on the couch on feet away and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. “Worth it,” He muttered as he buried his face between her thighs.