Story 2 #2
This really was moving quickly, but the sight of his huge cock only turned her on even more. She took hold of it, jerking him off slowly, and then she went to her hands and knees on the couch, licking it and then taking it in her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down, making her take all of his cock in her mouth, almost choking her as she sucked on it harder, harder, giving him just what he wanted, what she wanted.
His other hand slid down the top of her dress and grabbed hold of one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly.
Then, he pulled her head away.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, and she got to her feet. It occurred to her now that she was his, that she would obey him, whatever he wanted, and she found this idea very exciting.
He took her hand and led her through to the bedroom.
When they were there, he began to kiss her again, his cock pushing against her.
He turned her around so her back was to him, and then he slipped her dress down from her body so that she was standing in just her G-string. He moved in closer behind her, the hard tip of his cock against her soft back, his hands on her ass, and then his hands slid up her body, grabbing both of her breasts as he bent to kiss her throat, as she murmured happily.
He was grinding his cock against her as one of his hands slid down into her panties and he began to rub at her clit. She cried out as he pushed at it, flicked at it, and then as his fingers spread her pussy lips, two fingers slipped inside her slightly. She was so wet, loving the feeling of being dominated by him.
He turned her around to face him, and then he slid her panties off. He looked her up and down, admiring her sexy body, as he took his own clothes off.
She climbed onto the bed, kneeling, and he came onto it as well, kneeling beside her.
They kissed again as he played with her pussy and she jerked him off.
Then, she went to her hands and knees, her ass pushing up in the air, as she pushed his cock to one side and sucked on his balls before licking at his cock and then sucking it again.
He was stroking her hair now, breathing heavily.
Then, he grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over onto her back.
He knelt between her legs, rubbing at her clit, and then he bent down to her pussy, his tongue flicking in and out, pushing at her clit as she cried out.
Her body shook with pleasure. She pushed her pussy up to his mouth, wanting more and more as he continued to work at her clit, as his tongue flicked in and out.
Then, he moved up the bed, between her legs, till he was looking down into her face. She reached up and stroked his face, wanting to tell him just how wonderful this was, how much she wanted him.
He had her juices smeared all around his mouth and when he bent down to kiss him she licked at them, tasting herself, driving herself even wilder, and then she felt his cock pushing at her pussy, its hard tip pushing against her softness, and then he was inside her, stretching out her pussy, his engorged member easing into her, stretching her out.
He held himself in there for a moment and then began to fuck her, his cock sliding back and forth as she cried out, louder and louder, as he picked up the pace, as he fucked her harder and harder.
One of his hands went to one of her breasts and grabbed it, squeezing it roughly.
The hand then moved up to her throat and grabbed hold of it. She felt his grip tighten, and for a moment her eyes widened, but then his hand slid up to her face, stroking her tenderly. She turned her face to his fingers, sucking on them, tasting herself again where he had been playing with her pussy.
Harder and harder he pounded away at her. She felt her pleasure build to an explosive climax, and then she felt him cum inside her, his cum filling up the space where his cock had been as he slid himself out of her.
That had been how their relationship had started, and it was largely how things had continued. The sex was always explosive, and she felt as though he had taught her things that she had never even dreamed of, introduced her to a world of pleasure that had opened her eyes to the possibilities of the world, of her own body.
However, as time had gone by, she had realized that, while the sex was amazing, nothing else was really that good between the two of them. She didn’t particularly enjoy his company; she only really enjoyed the things that he could do to her, the way that it felt to have him inside her.
She had started to become more jaded with their relationship till, at last, she had called it off.
He had smiled at her with that arrogant smile of his and told her, “You’ll be back.”
That was probably his greatest mistake. In the time since their parting, there had certainly been times when she had dreamed of getting fucked by him again, having him bring her to that world of pleasure that she yearned for again, but that arrogant look, that mocking, smug tone of his voice - she would always remember that and it would be enough to stop her from going back to him.
Now, however, her life had become a bit more chaotic, and she had other things on her mind. She had to find herself a new place to live, and fast, or things were about to get a whole lot more messy. When her friend had offered to have her dad help her out, she had agreed, but she felt as though this might only create further problems.
She was due to meet Tom that day, and she chose her outfit carefully. She went for a tight top with thin straps that showed off her shoulders, clung closely to her sumptuous breasts and ended just above her belly button, showing off plenty of her body.
She matched this with a short, tight skirt that also showed off the lower half of her body.
Checking herself out in the mirror, she was very pleased with how she looked. She did her best to persuade herself that there was nothing more to this than wanting to look her best, or that this was just a typical, casual outfit for her.
However, she knew the truth deep down, even if she didn’t want to admit it to herself.
The truth was that she wanted to impress Tom. She wanted him to see her as a woman, wanted him to want her. She had a vision in her mind of him taking one look at her and his eyes practically popping out of his head. She would smile at him then, feeling that sense of power that she wanted. She would be in control then. When she thought about how flustered she felt whenever she was with him, how confused all of her emotions became, she felt a determination to make him feel like that when he saw her.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she pouted at her reflection. She leaned forward, pushing her upper arms against her breasts, and glanced down at her reflection’s top.
She turned around and checked out her ass.
Overall, she could not have been happier with what she was seeing in the mirror, and she felt as though she was ready to head out and regain that control that she had been thinking about.
Later on, she would tell herself that she had never even considered that dressing like this might lead to something more happening. She would tell herself that the thought had never even occurred to her. But when she would think like that, she would smile to herself, knowing deep down that it was a lie and that she was only fooling herself.
Tom had given her an address and she was due to meet him there.
When she pulled up outside, she liked the look of the place immediately. She got out of her car and saw that Tom’s car was already parked there. She felt a sudden rush of excitement, as well as nervousness, and she told herself to calm down.
She walked up to the door and knocked on it.
Tom answered, and all of her plans about being in control seemed to go right out of the window. He looked great. His tan made him look healthy, glowing, and he looked as though he had been working out. He was wearing a fitted shirt that showed off how muscular he really was, and she felt the desire growing within her, felt herself wanting him.
“Hi,” he said casually, looking her up and down.
“Hi,” she said, raising a hand in greeting and suddenly feeling awkward and overwhelmed.
“Well, look at you,” he said, looking her up and down, seemingly making no effort at all to hide the fact that he was checking her out - not that she would have wanted him to. She was very pleased with the way that he was looking at her, even if it wasn’t quite the awe that she had hoped for before she had arrived, “Don’t you look fantastic?”
“Thanks,” she said. She wasn’t sure if she should compliment him back, but she didn’t have a chance to worry about it too much as he pushed the door open and beckoned her inside.
“Just let me give you the guided tour,” he said. The downstairs was quite open plan, and as he walked her around it, she felt his hand on her lower back, guiding her. His fingers were brushing against the exposed skin of her lower back, and it felt wonderful. She was sure that he had to know what he was doing. This was more than just a friendly touch, wasn’t it? This wasn’t what he would do for a normal client, was it?
He led her through to the kitchen, and then he walked away from her, leaning back against the sink and folding his arms.
He looked at her. Their eyes met, and she was sure that she saw something there, some desire, something stirring.
“So,” he said, “we’ll head upstairs in a second. I just thought I’d see what you think so far.”
“I love it!” she said, smiling at him, “Thank you so much for showing it to me.”
“Not at all. Happy to help.”
“I really am grateful, though.”
“Really?” he raised an eyebrow as though in mock surprise, “Well, in that case, why don’t you come over here and show me just how grateful you are.”
She opened her mouth to reply, but as his words sank in, she couldn’t think of anything to say.
He unfolded his arms and held out a hand to her.
“Come on,” he said, “this is what we both want.”