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.

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Kink of the Week – Handjobs

So I’m in my thirties and have never given a handjob in my entire life. I definitely skipped that part of the teenage fumbling “Sex 101” that many people seem to experience and when I asked my previous partner if they would teach me how I was turned down with a resounding no. So I’ve given up on learning how to give them.

I’ve heard it said that getting a handjob is like masturbating but with someone else’s hand and that the cognitive dissonance can be a little weird for a person. I’ve heard other people say there’s no point to handjobs with a partner and question their place as part of a healthy sex life, but I think that whether a penis owner is doing it themselves or having someone else do it for them, it can be an incredibly sexy and sensual thing to do. I imagine a tale of a “happy ending” at a massage parlor for instance and how illicitly sexy that might be. It might go something like this…

David had booked a massage at the place his friend Ken had recommended where he’d been assured that the service was top notch and out out of this world. He didn’t quite know what to expect from it, but when he arrived and was called back he knew to strip and cover himself with the sheet at least. He was ready to experiences the wonders of this place and hope it helped him be a bit less stressed out over work and life in general.

The pretty woman giving his massage grazed his rear end a few times as she worked his lower back but he was sure it was unintentional. Until she started massing him there too. It felt really good, although he wasn’t sure this was part of a typical massage and started to wonder about this place. As she asked him to turn over and began to massage his legs and working her way closer and closer to his groin he felt a stirring and started mentally going over baseball stats in his head. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by getting a hard on, but was struggling to avoid it as her talented fingers worked the tops of his thigh. She brushed against his penis once on accident though and David found himself in a losing battle. The game stats just weren’t cutting it. He apologized profusely to the woman who merely smiled at him, “Just relax David. It’s a normal response and a sign that your body is less stressed than before. Although if you like I could massage there too.” And her smile turned into a wicked little grin. “Wha? What?” He wasn’t sure if he had heard her right but when she began to move the sheet away from his body he realized she was serious. She watched him for any signs of protest and he stared right back, almost challenging her. He realized with a start that he did want this and when she asked again he let his head fall back with a murmured, “Please,” escaping his lips.

She wrapped her hand around his throbbing dick and began to spread the massage oil along the length of him, stroking and rubbing gently as she did so. Slowly her pace increased and she was stroking him hard enough to tug at the base of his dick on every up stroke and sliding her hand all the way to his balls on when she moved her hand down. Suddenly he felt a second hand cup his balls and squeeze gently as she stroked him and moaned softly, hoping no one could hear him. Rolling them between her nimble fingers she rotated her stroking hand around his shaft, back and forth before reaching up to take him with both hands, stroking in opposite directions as she did so. David’s hips lifted of their own accord and he noticed he was squirming and almost ready to beg for release when her movements changed and became faster, back to just one hand now. Stroke, stroke, stroke and David sighed with pleasure. This must’ve been what Ken meant by the service being so good. Without warning David’s hips twitched again once then twice as he felt his entire body tense up as he orgasmed, jets of come spurting from his dick and onto his belly or over her hand. He moaned again and close d his eyes briefly. He felt a towel across his belly as the woman cleaned up and when she before she turned to go she whispered softly in his ear, “Have a happy day.”

Wicked Wednesday 280 – Hologram (Ghostly)

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It was karaoke night at the bar and snippets of song filled the air while the groups of friends sat and talked about their own taste in music, including the holographic duets that they had seen recently. There was some laughter at the seeming inability of people to let the dead rest in peace. Somehow, ironically, a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill with holograms and the deceased performers came up. Names were gone over from Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley to more modern day artists like Michael Jackson. One of the girls, quieter than her friends, began to think about this holographic thing and pondered just how having sex with a hologram might work. Then Sylvie decided that by the very nature of a hologram it obviously wouldn’t be possible and laughed at her own flight of fancy. She was better off going to Graceland and trying to have sex with the ghost of Elvis. Hmmm, ghostly sex…now that might be a thing. Was it like masturbation without the effort?

The evening ended and everyone went their separate ways. Sylvie walked home still lost in thought about the idea of a sexy ghostly encounter. It wasn’t even Halloween yet! She decided that she must be a little odd, but no more so than the people who wrote horror themed erotica on the web. Reading it was what she thought of as one of her guilty pleasure. Surely no one would understand her fascination with ghosts and sex and how they intertwined.

Sylvie, still laughing at herself, settled into bed with her kindle for a little light reading before bed. Nothing a bit of good erotica and a good finger bang wouldn’t cure for her tonight. She read until she couldn’t help herself any longer and set the kindle aside and began touching her own naked body. She teased her breasts and nipples, tugging at them and wishing there was someone with her to suck and bite at them, but she very quickly reached between her legs, feeling her own wetness and began to rub and stroke just the way she liked. A soft moan escaped her lips and she slid one finger into her pussy, clenching around it gently as she fucked herself, for a moment, before adding another finger. Soon she had three of her finger buried in her pussy and her other hand rubbing furiously at her clit. An orgasm washed over her and she lay back and relaxed, temporarily sated.

Sometime later she woke to what felt like soft hands caressing her skin. She sighed happily and murmured at the feeling as those “hands” roamed across her skin teasing and gentle, stopping to do what felt like tug at her nipples. She finally wondered to herself if she was dream as she could see or hear anyone in the room with her. She resolved that this must be the case and so she closed her eyes again, letting herself enjoy the feelings. A soft whisper came to her. “Not a dream my dear, just the granting of a wish.” Sylvie started and her eyes flew open, but the room appeared to be empty save herself. This time she felt warm lips press against her forehead, then both cheeks before claiming her mouth in a cold but warm kiss. She gave in to the urge to kiss back and there was a sigh so something must be going right. Sylvie still couldn’t shake the dreamlike feeling she had.

After what seemed like ages of whispered breaths across her skin and delicate touches to drive her wild she opened her eyes and found a semi solid form sitting on her bed looking at her. She shrieked in surprise and sat bolt upright. “Who are you?” This time she knew she wasn’t dreaming. “I, my dear, am the ghost of your dreams,” came a soft, but deep voice, “and I’m here to fuck you just as you want.” Sylvie pinched herself then, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and the ghostly figure laughed at her. Tonight, I’m just as real as you are Sylvie.” His form solidified further and he could make out a handsome face, although there still wasn’t enough detail to his form to see the color of his eyes or hair. Just a translucent naked body that looked damn good for a dead man. Sylvie suddenly found herself quite wanting. “What’s your name?” “Pierce Andrews.” “What happened to you? Why are you here? How did you get here?” “Another time my dear. We shouldn’t waste this night.” And again she felt his touch though it was more solid than before and she just let herself relax into it as his hands found her most sensitive places. She felt his mouth, warmer now, sucking and biting at her neck and then trailing down along her breasts to her nipples. Sylvie moaned and arched her upper body off of her bed at the feeling and then gasped as she felt his fingers dip inside of her gently before coming back to circle her clit. She was immediately throbbing with desire just from that simple touch. In a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill she thought she’d marry this one and keep fucking him. He teased her clit while biting harder at and harder at her nipples until she cried out as she orgasmed from the combined stimulus. “Beautiful,” he whispered.

Then his cock slid inside her and it felt as warm and as real as any cock ever had and she gasped at the fullness of it. She didn’t notice that slowly he was starting to solidify slightly more and more until his weight pinned her to the bed. She suddenly found her herself staring into green eyes with a shock of dark brown hair that wanted to fall in his face. Instinctively she reached up to push it out of the way and lost her breath at the soft texture she felt under her fingers. Then she begged. “Please, please, Pierce, please fuck me.”

Pierce smiled and kissed her, loving the way she said his name and drove himself deeper into her body both of them crying out at the feeling. Soon they established a rhythm that left them both panting, although Sylvie wondered if ghosts really needed to breathe. Moments later she no longer cared as she orgasmed and then orgasmed again in quick succession. Soon she was fighting back screams as she received the fucking of her life from one who was long since dead.

Hours later Sylvie awoke and remembering her night she assumed it really was all just a dream. A very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. But then she shifted her body and feeling the bits of tenderness that felt like love bites along with that slightly tender feeling of a good hard fuck made her wonder after all. What really happened last night? And her mind wandered back to Pierce and if he would visit her again. She just knew her imagination was taking off on her until she saw the note.

“I enjoyed out time together. Au revoir.”

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WickedWednesday279 – (Sweetness)

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It was a chilly fall day and Allen was taking a walk in the park with his girlfriend Lana. She’d begun to step more and more out of the social whirlwind that her life had been and was much more low key. It drove her mother to distraction, but Lana was an adult with her own money and she could do with it as she saw fit. The only downside was how lonely it could be when Allen wasn’t around. A lot of her “friends” had dropped her once she started appearing less and less and the various galas and parties that were held for everything from the arts to the zoo. Allen loved that they had more time together, but worried about Lana. He’d queried her on the matter before but she assured him everything was fine. He smiled to himself and hoped everything was about to become more fine. She’d met his friends and family and they loved her. He loved her. Allen glanced around and spotted the photographer sitting discreetly on a bench some distance away.

Stopping Lana under a canopy of red and yellow and gold leaves he gave her a gentle kiss, lingering for a moment too long before taking a deep breath and looking at her. “Lana, I love you,” he spoke as he moved to kneel and pull a small box from his pocket, “and I know this isn’t much like maybe you’d imagined things would be, but will you be my wife?” Her mouth opened briefly in surprise. She loved Allen dearly and never thought this day might come, even now. She’d always felt she was hard to love, but knowing how Allen felt; she dropped to her knees against him, not caring what anyone thought and a whispered yes floated to his ears. He slipped the small diamond onto her finger and held her close as they shared another kiss. Allen thought he could vaguely hear the click of a camera.

Slowly the couple rose and Allen turned a smiling Lana around to face the camera and wrapped his arms around her. A final shot and Allen knew these pictures would be a fantastic surprise, although Lana was too busy staring at him to have (thankfully) noticed she was on camera the entire time. Once they were developed he’d make a gift of them to her. As they turned to continue their walk Allen shot a quick wave at the photographer who headed off to work on these newest shots. They knew these were some good shots and almost regretted that Allen had made her sign an NDA about them, but she understood the need for privacy for himself and his fiancee whom she’d recognized from the social pages in the local paper.

Lana was content walking with Allen, knowing she’d walk with him wherever he wanted to go and they gradually made the loop back to car chatting quietly about everything and nothing. At one point he looked at her. “You know, Darlin’, I’m glad you’re not like so many other women. Most of them would already be planning the wedding.” They laughed together. “Our time together is definitely more than just wedding planning and that’s not going to change.” She winked and gave him a wicked little grin before standing on tiptoe to give him a scorchingly hot kiss, ignoring the wolf whistles and calls of “Get a room!” that surrounded them. But they did take the advice as they quickly headed back to what she’d begun to think of as their house since she spent more time with Allen at there than her own lavish apartment. It had stopped feeling like home.

The instant the door closed behind them, Allen had Lana in his arms and was kissing her as though he wanted to devour her and she held to him with equal fervor. The pair broke only to undress, not caring that the bed was rooms away and Allen laid her gently on the carpeted floor where he wasted no time in diving between her legs to taste her sweet pussy. His arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her still and he licked and sucked for all he was worth and then some. He wanted nothing more than to feel her come for him. Lana’s hips bucked as she rode his face and moaned softly, reaching down to stroke his hair. “Yes, Allen, yes! I love you.” He chuckled against her skin and those vibrations made her hips twitch harder so he hummed gently as he sucked her clit between his lips and her orgasm was nearly immediate. She came so hard that she squirted for the very first time and soaked Allen to his chest. He pulled away from her laughing and grabbed his discarded shirt wiping the worst from his body while licking his lips delightedly. “We’ll do that again sometime Princess, I promise. But I need your pussy wrapped around my dick right now.” And he slid inside of her slowly causing them both to moan and then began to pump in and out slow at first, gentle, with Lana matching his rhythm as her legs wrapped around him. They rocked back and forth with one another whispering sweet nothing as they made love until suddenly Lana felt her pussy tighten around him. “I’m gonna come, ‘she gasped. Allen started down at her, “Don’t close your eyes, Baby. Let me see you.” She threw her head back and her hips moved faster against him and just as the orgasm hit her she looked back up at him her grey eyes darkening to a stormy hue. She rode it out, thrashing and bucking her hips, but never broke eye contact with Allen. He stared in awe at the beauty beneath him and with two final hard thrusts he came as well. They’d forgotten a condom and she could feel the warmth of him shooting inside of her. It made her moan and clench around him again as a second smaller orgasm hit her body. They laid there on the carpet together, thoroughly sated and happy until a chill began to set in. Then they headed to the bedroom for another round.

There are several other stories in this series. They can be found here, here, and here.

KOTW – Hand Spanking – (A First Time)

Leslie grinned at Tim over her shoulder, wiggling her ass daringly as she walked by him. His hand came across with a well placed “smack!” that landed dead center of her rear end and she yelped a little and shook her head as she kept walking. The process repeated every time she walked by him and they both laughed as she cried out every time even though he wasn’t hitting her hard at all.

Later that night as the couple prepared for bed Tim grabbed Leslie close for a hug, stroked down her back, to her her ass, and swatted her again before planting a kiss on her gorgeous lips. She grinned at him when they pulled apart, “I want you to do it for real tonight.” “Are you sure?” She nodded and slipped her nightgown off as she stood there before him. He smiled, kissed hr again and sat down on the side of the bed. He guided her carefully across his lap his hands stroking along her skin.”So why tonight?” “I just think I’m finally ready to try it. Earlier was a lot of fun.” “You know this won’t be like earlier, right?,” came his voice calmly. “Yes.” Her voice had gone soft with anticipation, mixed with a slight tinge of fear.

Tim nodded to himself, hearing that she was still a little afraid. “We’ll go slow and you can stop me at anytime. What’s your safeword?” “Lobster,” and she giggled. He joined in with her laughter, replying, “I’ll show you lobster…” and placed a first gentle swat across her ass. Leslie squirmed, settling against his body and did her best to relax. She wanted to enjoy her first real over the knee spanking. She knew this would not be the love taps she’d received before, no this would be an actual spanking and she expected it to hurt at least a little. She also expected to enjoy it based on what she’d learned from Tim and about herself since they started even discussing the idea of him spanking her. Another gentle, warming hit came down on her skin, followed by several more in quick succession and she shivered a little. “Do you like that?” Leslie nodded, not quite trusting her own voice and the response was a slightly harder spank. “I asked you a question, Leslie.” She swore to herself and opened her mouth to try and speak when another slap crossed her ass. Finally, she found her voice, “Yes, I like that.”

“Good.” Tim stopped for a moment, letting his large hand rest on her ass, just enjoying the view he had of the gorgeous woman naked across his lap. “I’m going to start hitting you significantly harder soon. If it is too much, don’t forget ‘lobster’ and don’t try to just tough it out. I want you to enjoy yourself, not torture yourself because you think I’m enjoying myself. “Got it?” “Got it,” and she smiled, even though he couldn’t see her face. The hardest hit she’d taken at his hands yet came crashing down and she jumped a bit at the sudden impact. He waited a fraction of a second before descending with another hit like the previous one and soon, as he began to pick up his rhythm, Leslie’s pretty ass was turning a lovely shade of pinkish red.

Leslie began to really allow her body to relax into the sensations and began to lift her hips meeting each slap and swat as they grew harder and more insistent against her skin. She could feel her body responding to the spanking and wondered if Tim knew just how turned on she was. She felt simultaneously naughty and delighted at finally getting a spanking. A particularly hard hit called her attention back to her ass and she signed softly, letting the warm pain suffuse her body and further relax her. She was nearly limp across Tim’s lap and just soaking up every single hit he gave her.

By now her ass was turning a brighter red and she imagined that his hand was probably stinging as much as her ass was and it felt so good to her to just give in to the spanking and the catharsis she felt it would bring. Tim’s hand stroked her ass in between these much harder hits and he checked in with her. She reassured him that she was good and he spoke again, “I’m going to give you five last hits and they’re going to be hard. I want you to relax and enjoy them and then we’ll be done. You’ve done very well for me tonight.” Leslie smiled at the praise and nodded her head. She wiggled her ass teasingly just before the last five hits rained down in a quick flurry of blows that left her whimpering. Tim rested his hand across her well reddened ass and smiled as she laid there. He traced lines along her skin and pinched gently at what looked to be the most sensitive parts and he heard her moan softly.

Carefully he sat her up and held her steady. “You liked that didn’t you?” “Yes, quite a lot.” “Shall we do it again some time? “Oh yes.” “Alright, Dearest. Maybe next time I’ll take a paddle to that pretty ass of yours. What do you think about that?” Leslie thought for a moment and then shrugged unsure of what she thought about it. “I enjoyed your hand against my skin, I know that much.” Tim held her close, giving her a gentle kiss. “And I enjoyed it as well. How do you feel?” She smiled at him lazily. “Relaxed. Safe. Well spanked for no reason other than it was something we both wanted. I’m glad you brought it up.”

They kissed again and as they settled in for the night and Leslie snuggled herself against Tim’s shoulder. “Thank you for spanking me.” Her voice was soft and almost tiny sounding muffled into his skin as it was and he patted her ass gently. “My pleasure. My pleasure indeed.”

 

Wicked Wednesday 277 – Eavesdropping- (What Eric Overhears)

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Eric rolled over and glanced at the clock as he heard the front door open and close. Nearly 2AM. Charlie must’ve closed down the bars again, he thought. Then he heard a feminine laugh. Now that got his attention. He wondered what she looked like, if her voice matched that sultry laugh he’d heard just moments ago. Eric was almost curious enough to get up for a drink and find out, but he knew if he stayed out then he’d hear a lot more than just her laugh.

It didn’t take long before he heard Charlie’s bedroom door open and then close and Eric knew he was in for a treat. Charlie was definitely a ladies’ man and Eric was, well, he was just Eric, unassuming and shy and the young women on campus never paid him much attention. So he had other ways of getting his kicks. He quietly climbed out of bed and moved closer to the wall separating the two rooms, his dick half hard already. He could hear Charlie’s deeper voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying and then he heard the girl he’d brought home half squeal, half moan with delight. What a sexy little noise and Eric wanted her to do it again. From the sounds of silence from Charlie and the moans of his guest he could just picture his friend going down on the lovely girl he’d brought home and that only made him harder.

But he wanted to take his time and wait for them. Suddenly there was a flurry of moans and cries and a hushed “Shhh, you’ll wake my roommate.” as the unknown girl had her first orgasm of the evening. Eric wrapped a hand around his fully hard dick as this point and stroked himself slowly, just waiting and listening for more. The sounds became more muffled but Eric could just make out the soft murmurs and moans of them sharing a kiss. He could almost picture the young woman smiling at Charlie as he heard her say, “Mmm, I do taste good on your lips. Can I have another taste?” Eric gave a lewd grin as he heard the bed creak and then silence from Charlie once more as the moans from his partner began to escalate. Eric heard Charlie chuckle, which made the woman cry out and again he admonished her about waking his roommate. She gave that same laugh and responded, “I don’t care. Let him wake up and listen in. That might be hot.”

Eric bit back a noise at that point and could just imagine the couples eyes on him. He squirmed with delicious anticipation and slowed himself down, tense with anticipation. Finally he heard the girl begging for Charlie to just fuck her already and then heard the bang of Charlie’s headboard against the wall as he seemed to forget about his previous comments about not waking his roommate. Eric stepped even closer to the wall, stroking himself furiously at this point as he listened to the moans, groans, and whimpers of the couple on the other side of the wall. ‘Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!,” came the woman voice in a loud gasping voice and that was just too much for Eric. He grabbed for a tissue as he fought the urge to come so quickly, but hearing her begging to be fucked had pushed him to his limits. Moments later his orgasm as exploded as he heard the girl in the other room wailing out her second orgasm of the night at the same time.

Eric grinned, satisfied with himself and his eavesdropping and stealthily climbed back into bed to settle down, still listening to the headboard banging against the wall. He listened less intently until he heard Charlie’s voice telling her to ride him and the shifting of their positions across the squeaky bed. Suddenly, he was rock hard again and the noises that the girl made as she impaled herself on Charlie’s dick were enough to make Eric ready to come again. He bit his tongue to suppress his own noise and stroked his dick silently, not bothering to get out of bed this time as the fucking couple had become loud enough to easily hear from across the room. “Yeah, that’s it baby, ride me good and hard and come on my cock.” Another wail from the unknown woman told her third orgasm of the night and a grunt from Charlie signaled his own impending orgasm. Eric began moving his hand up and down furiously and quickly felt himself spurting against his belly, still biting back the noises that he wanted to make so he wouldn’t get cause listening in. As the noise in Charlie’s room subsided, so did Eric’s lust and he dozed off to dreams of unknown women with sultry laughs.

Kink of the Week – Squirting – (On The Nose)

They were new lovers and she was still in awe of the ways he could make her feel, make her come for him. One evening after a particularly stressful day at work, she got home and there he was, waiting for her. She smiled and at her stress started to melt away when she saw him. They went inside and he took charge very quickly.

“Be good for me and go get out of those clothes.” She laughed and assured him that there was nothing she’d rather do right about now. She hated her work uniform. As she stripped he came up behind her and fondled her breasts, tugging at her nipples until she whimpered with desire. Her pants slid down her hips and over her ass, taking her panties with them and she was fully nude. He held her close to him for a moment before bending her forward a bit and giving her a sharp swat on the ass just because he knew she liked it. She felt herself begin to moisten immediately and grinned, wondering just how far they’d go this time. He’d been teasing her for weeks, but hadn’t fucked her with his cock. Yet. Would today be the day, she wondered?

They kissed hard and passionate for long moments at a time, the way new lovers do and he took her breath away. Then he sat her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling there as he kissed and nibbled and caressed his way down her body. Slowly, he parted her thighs, knowing she was sensitive about letting him see her pussy up close and personal. She’d been so shy with him at first, but she was getting better. “Lay back,” he murmured, kissing first one thigh then the other. She did as he asked and knotted her fingers nervously into the bed. “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. You’ll enjoy this I promise.”

And his mouth descended on her. She twitched and then did her best to hold still (he’d forgotten to take his glasses off and she didn’t want to break them) He moved slowly, just licking gently at her pussy, getting to know the taste of her. His hands rested on her thighs, almost, but not quite, holding her down. She knew she could stop him, but she didn’t want to and her fingers began to relax as he toyed with her, using just his tongue. First it was slow, then broad sweeping strokes, followed by quick, short intense licks, directly to her clit and she moaned softly, bucking her hips again. This time she bumped his glasses and he grinned up at her as her removed them then settled back in to acquaint himself with the wonderful cunt before him.

It wasn’t long before she was squirming and pushing her hips insistently against him, wanting all he could give her and more. She felt herself tense up and knew that a massive orgasm was coming. He felt it too and immediately slowed his pace just a bit, not wanting to give this treat up quite yet. She looked down at him, over her stomach and arched an eyebrow at his teasing. His laugh was muffled against her skin and the vibrations it caused were enough to make her head fall back against the bed. He resumed his assault on her pussy and began to caress the tops of her thighs again, enjoying the smoothness under his hands. She sighed at the touch and tried to figure out how to get more, how to get him to finally fuck her. After a moment she lost the thought and simply let herself enjoy the attention her pussy was getting.

Again, she started to tense up and this time instead of slowing down he upped the ante and became almost fierce in his need for her. He wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck hard. And that’s what did it. She thrashed against him as she came, squirting all over his face, drenching him completely with her juices. He pulled away from her just a little and laughed causing another tiny gush of liquid to rush from her body and she moaned in delight. “Told you you’d enjoy yourself, Sweetheart.”