sextails

Tales to excite, arouse and titillate…

Cinema.

Hurrying up the stairs in the darkness, following the dim blue lights in the steps we could hear the whispers of those around us, popcorn crunching, couples giggling, sweet wrappers being undone, youths throwing things at one another. I led him up the stairs towards the back of the cinema, sitting in the far left corner, dark and away from the gaggle of strangers. There were people a few rows in front, those further down our row, and a packed cinema, their heads black silhouettes against the glow of the screen. We settled in, pulling up the arm rest between us as I slumped back into the seat and began to relax into the film.

He turned to me slowly, as I went to glance his direction he whispered, ‘don’t look at me, watch the film’. I grinned slightly, shifting in my seat, feeling an air of anticipation and glancing at those around us. His fingers ran over my ear lobe, down my neck, grazing my skin ever so softly, sending shivers down my spine. He traced the neckline of my top, across my collar bone, down over my chest, across the top of my breasts. My chest rose towards him as my skin shivered, enjoying his gentle touch, my eyes slowly closing.

‘Watch the film’, he whispered again, staring intently at the side of my face. I opened my eyes again and tried to concentrate on the screen. I paid for you to watch this film, you will watch it, you won’t disappoint. I took a deep breath staring at the images dancing on the screen as he slipped his fingers under the rim of my top, down to the seam of my bra, moving across my chest from one side to another, sliding his finger tip just under the lace. His cold hands slipped inside my bra, glancing my nipple gently, moving around it, slowly circling my piercings. I felt myself getting wetter as my cunt tightened and began to throb gently with each caress. He started to flick them more precisely, nipping the bud between his fingers and pulsing them, making them feel like they were being sucked. I slid my arse forward on the seat glancing around once again at the faces engrossed in the film.

I ran my hand over his jeans, his raging hard on pressing against the denim, as his ran down over my stomach and under my top, tracing the lines at the top of my jeans. I went to undo them, no, he cooed, grinning beside me and breathing into my neck, you’ll wait, he groaned. My hand traced his cock through his jeans, feeling his balls and running up and down his shaft, tickling the bulge of his bell end. I felt dirty, naughty surrounded by strangers as my breathing quickened, his fingers slid under my jeans and under my lace frenchies, slowly sliding down towards my pussy. My knickers were soaked, as he slowly undid a button and followed the curve around, his fingers over my groin, across my outer lips, down towards my arse, missing each delicious spot by millimetres. I undid his jeans awkwardly and ran my hand to grasp his cock through his boxers, holding his shaft tight as his fingers finally glanced my clit.

I shuddered desperately trying to keep my eyes forward, his straining cock making me desperate, as he dipped his fingers into my dripping cunt and began to work my clit with his wet fingers. I began to work his shaft, gripping and sliding my hand up and down, rolling my wrist and twisting gently with each stroke. His fingers finally slid inside me two, deep pressing against my g-spot. I gasped, biting the back of my free hand, not wanting to disturb everyone, their presence only heightening my sensitivity. I began to pant and groan quietly, my cunt throbbing as he stroked my g spot unrelenting, pressing harder and deeper. I took hold of his cock finally beneath his boxers, gripping him tightly and working his bell end, rolling my fingers over his head with each tight fast stroke. He began to shake gently as he panted into my neck.

The woman along the row from us glanced our direction, and quickly stared back at the screen as our hands worked hard. ‘Hold it’, he said, feeling my cunt grip his fingers, my teeth sink into my hand harder, as his cock throbbed and swelled in my palm, ‘not yet… ‘he whispered. His free hand grabbed my pony tail and tugged stretching my head back and pulling my chin towards the ceiling, ‘wait for me’. I worked him faster and faster, my legs shaking as I tried to fend of my orgasm, ‘I can’t’ I whispered. He pulled tighter on my hair pressed harder into my sopping cunt, wait he hissed. He began to groan slightly, pushing his cock towards my hand, jiffling in his seat. I wanted his cock in my cunt, deep in my throat, anywhere, cum ran down my arse down the insides of my thigh, dripping onto my jeans, sweat on my chest, my arm burning as I tossed him off. He yanked my head towards him, look at me when you cum, he smiled, staring deeply into my eyes as I blinked long horny glances, my lips wet, my cheeks flushed. I bit my lip hard, his cock throbbing swelling further. ‘Give in’, he finally whispered. I stopped fighting it, my cunt gushing with cum as I shook violently, gasping, groaning, staring back at him as his eyes slowly closed, and his head went back, my fingers gripping him tight. I bent my face over his cock as he let go off my hair and pulled back his jeans, and felt his warm cum shower my lips and chin, I stuck my tongue out eagerly, feeling my own juices run over his fingers and down his palm. I sat back, licking the cum off my lips, gathering it on my fingers and sucking it off eagerly, staring back at him, as he left his fingers inside my, feeling my cunt pulsing around him, enjoying the sensation of my very happy cunt. He slowly pulled his fingers out, as we readjusted ourselves and went to wipe his fingers on the seat. I caught his hand, sucking the cum off and staring once again at the screen. He exhaled heavily, smiling as he stared back at the screen.

‘Fuck’ he whispered. I looked around the cinema once more, at the oblivious absorbed faces, feeling like the naughtiest slut alive; my first public encounter.  I sat panting beside him a massive grin on my face. The best bit, he said, I turned towards him, ‘You’ve got to sit covered in my cum, for the next hour.’

Despite my absense…

I return to find you still reading daily, commenting and emailing and blessing me with an award that I can honestly say has made my day, one that I think fits rather aptly to my kind of, style ;) Knowing you’re all out there reading my stuff, getting hot under the collar, by yourself with a partner… getting turned on, titillated it gets me wet just at the thought. I enjoy writing about my escapades and knowing you’re all enjoying them, well it just gets me dripping every time.

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Thanks to nekkidsoul for your kind words and honest posts to keep me amused, heart warmed or whatever the mood might be, on a night in.

 

1. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?

Probably a threesome with two guys. Very naughty, double penetration and so so much fun.

2. What do you now know about sex that you wish you’d have known earlier in life?

I wish i’d have discovered my BDSM side earlier. I am an absolute slut for kink.com, from submission, to anal play, to spanking, binding, electro-play, latex, leather, suspension, choking… oh you name it I want to do it, and do it again. There is nothing sexier than feeling dominated, and out of control, giving in and letting go.

3. Is there any gutter fantasy you’d like to try?(tell us what it is)

Ooo this is a hard one. I have a fantasy about massages. being relaxed, having hands begin to wonder, being licked out and fingered and finally a sensual yet submissive fuck. Anything where a person in a position of power abuses their position a bit, well I’m all over that. I would also love to squirt. I’ve done it a few times in my life but never regularly nor to the soaking state I want -that sensation I would repeat again and again.

4. What’s the funniest bedroom situation you’ve ever been in?

Having my parents walk in whilst a girl was sat on my face, hearing the door open and slowly close creaking on its hinges, as a girl was literally coming over my face had to be a classic.

5. Has gutter blogging taught you anything?

That there is always something out there to discover, to share and to write about. The things I get emailed about are so diverse, so out there at times I have to do a little research to get a grasp of what the person wants, and getting amazing feedback that it was just what the doctor ordered, how hard they came, how much they enjoyed it… that’s the best sort of compliment i could ask for.

6. What is your favorite post from the person who nominated you?

I honestly cannot pick. There are far to many posts that are honest, thought provoking, emotional, funny… whatever it may be I am always happy to escape her little world and submerse myself in her latest whirlwind. Get reading people.

 

As for my nominations, There are far to many good smut writers out there for me to list them all, so I would say, get searching, get creative and find that blog that really hits your high notes! And now my dutiful subs, I guess it’s time to give you what you’ve been waiting for.

Xmas.

I was ready. All curled up, I clutched my knees to my chest. The satin was soft again my skin, wrapped around me, under me, cold against my privates. It was dark; I could feel my breath on my arm, light and fluttering with anticipation. What would he think, how would he react… there was too much to think about. My nipples stood hard beneath the shift, my pussy wet, waiting for him.

I heard the door, heard his keys on the sideboard, his shoes slip off in the hall, and the door creak open. He laughed a deep hearted chuckle, and I could feel him walking over.

“What have we here” he said somewhere over my box, “Merry Christmas, Open me.” It was my queue, I stood up out of the box, smiling at him, the satin red bow wrapped draped around me, my naked body goose pimpled and gleaming. He eyed me slowly up and down, taking me in as I handed him my note, tucked warmly in my hand, and he opened it with a quizzical look.

“Yours present, to do as you wish”. He grinned once again, looking me over, at my legs, my flat stomach, my breasts just concealed, my hair falling around my shoulders.

He took my hand, as I stepped out of the box, turning around slowly for him, enjoying his gaze on me, my pussy throbbing slightly, as he stared longingly at my curves. His hands felt the satin, ran over my breasts, over my erect nipples, down my sides and over my pussy softly.  I closed my eyes, trembling slightly, the expectation killing me.

He undid his shirt exposing his chest; my hands ran over its smoothness, his stomach, his chest, up to his shoulders, as his found the bow between my breasts. He stared deep into my eyes as he tugged, gently. The bow untied, dropping to the floor around me, exposing me.

He walked over to the sofa, sitting down leading me after him, my heels clipping on the floor. He sat back, the music in the background ticking over, as I stood in front of him. Dance, he said. I turned around; walking a few paces away, and began to move. My hips swayed i time with the beat, my arse bouncing and curving in front of him, my hands running through my hair, over my naked breasts, up my thighs, as I ground for him, bending over in front of him, my pussy peaking out between my thighs. I backed up towards him, dropping to the floor spreading my legs and standing again, teasing him. I got closer, sticking my arse in his face, rubbing my tits up his thighs, my arse against his lap, his now hard cock straining against his jeans.

 He pulled me onto him, so I sat astride him, straddling his crotch, pushing my tits into his face, he licked my nipples greedily, flicking the bud with his tongue, his hands on my arse, grasping me, spreading my cheeks. I gasped, my head falling backwards, as he pulled my tits together, began to suck my nipples hungrily, taking the bud between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, getting the harder, my pussy wetter and wetter with each flick. I moaned, grinding my cunt against him through his jeans, working my clit against him.

 He sat back, undoing the top button of his jeans and staring at me adoringly. I got the hint and slid off him, dropping to the floor between his knees, I slowly undid each button, and pulled them off, his cock standing erect through his boxers. I kissed it through them, ran my hand over his balls, tickling up and down his shaft with soft strokes before slowly peeling them off.

I got comfortable, shifting my weight on my heels and licked his balls softly. He moaned as my lips grazed him, my wet tongue ran over him. I sucked gently, taking them in my mouth, my tongue massaging each one in turn, covering him in spit, staring up at him as his cock pulse in front of me. My tongue ran up the length of his shaft, up and down covering him, soaking him. I licked his bell end softly, rolling my tongue around the ring, flicking it tasting his pre cum already dripping from the tip, and took it just inside my mouth, sucking gently. He groaned visibly, his hands running through my hair, as I took him inch by inch down my throat, my tongue pressed against his shaft.

I began to work him, taking him deep down my throat, sucking hard, my fingers massaging his balls as I choked on his cock, the spit running down my chin, staring up at him. My hand joined my mouth, working him up and down, harder and faster, twisting slightly over his head, rolling the palm of my hand over him, up and down, harder, faster, feeling him groan and strain for more of him inside.

He sat up, and slid off the sofa, standing in front of me. I adjusted back onto my heels, his cock standing proud in front of me. I opened my mouth longingly sticking out my tongue as he slapped his cock against it, rubbing it against my wet lips, before pressing it down for my to take. I sucked it back down my throat taking the length of him down, as his hands went to the back of my head. I steadied myself my nails digging into his thighs as he began to fuck my face; hard and fast, his cock ramming the back of my throat, sliding deep down, choking me. I spluttered, staring into his eyes, as he pulled me hair, flicking my tongue against his shaft as it fucked my face harder and harder.

He pulled out, I gasped for air, before he stuck it back in, pressing it against my cheek, ramming it home, groaning and moaning with each thrust. He sat back down, pulling me over him, I held him tall as he slid into my dripping wet cunt; inch by inch filling me, his cock deep inside me, pressing against my g spot. I started to ride him slowly, sliding the length of him in and out, teasing his bell end with my tight cunt, before thrusting him back into me hard. I ground against him, working my clit on his stomach, his cock pressing deep and hard inside me, rocking backwards and forwards enthusiastically. I felt my cunt throb as I worked myself on him, my cum running down his balls, his hands gripping my arse, urging me on. My nails dug into his shoulders, my eyes pressed shut, as my chest flushed. I felt my cunt pulse harder and harder around his hard cock, my orgasm building thrust by thrust, before I came hard, sudden release I screamed out, scratching his chest, grinding against him hard.

I threw my head back, laughing, swivelling around on his cock, so I was facing the other way, my feet on the floor. I bounced on his cock, riding him, my arse slamming into his lap, the sound of it slapping against him. He smacked my arse, thrusting in time with me, penetrating me deeper and deeper, hitting the back wall of my cunt – dripping with satisfaction. I held my hair up, turning my head to look at him as I worked him, my legs burning my cunt throbbing, desperate to please him.

He pushed me off suddenly, throwing me onto the sofa, and bending me over the back. I stuck my arse out for him, my glistening cunt spread for him, as he spit down my arse, watching it run over my lips and drip off my cunt.

He ran his cock up and down my slit before pounding into me, his hands on my hips, ramming me onto him. I gripped the back of the sofa, bent forwards, screaming in pleasure, calling his name, my legs shaking. He fucked me hard, fast and brutal, his hands grabbing my hair and wrenching my head backwards, arching my back, his other hand wrapped around my throat choking me. He groaned with me, as I started to tense again, his cock throbbing inside me. He was getting close, I bounced against him, screamed out, cumming on him once more, sweat running down between my breasts, cum drenching my thighs.  Suddenly he pulled out and pulled my head around, taking his cock in his hand and stood over my face. I stuck my tongue out for him, staring up at him, waiting for him to shower me, as he began to cum, spraying me. He came over my tits, my cheeks, on my lips and tongue, I licked his tip hungrily, lapping him up, running my hands over my cum soaked chest and grinning at him.

“Merry Christmas” I grinned. 

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Boat.

It was a hot day. One of those beautiful bright summers days, when the sun dances off the water, with a light breeze, gentle waves lapping the side of the boat, as we cruise amongst the reeds up water ways. She laid out on the front deck of the cruiser as I steered, her bikini barely covering her arse as she lay sprawled, tanning her back, sunglasses on, watching the world go by. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and she rolled over, turning to look at me, her bare breasts standing proud in the morning sun, her nipples erect from the cool breeze. She raise her sunglasses on her head, pushing her hair off her face, “Fancy stopping” She shouted over the engine noise.

We moored up amongst some reeds, tying to them and put the anchor down in the mud. The river was quiet, the only sound ducks somewhere in the reed-bed  I made my way down into the cabin, the stairs were steep and it was dark compared to the bright sun up top. She was laid out on the bed, spread-eagled, grinning at me. I shoved a cup in the sink of the tiny kitchen and walked over to her, pushing her back onto the bed, I kissed her nose, her mouth, biting her bottom lip, running my tongue over it, touching the wetness with my fingers. She laid back closing her eyes as I kissed her neck, and began to nibble her ear; kissing and licking  it lightly, breathing gently and biting softly. She groaned as my hands ran up her sides, making her hairs stand on end and her body tense. The boat rocked gently from the wind whipping the water against the sides, hearing it lap gently in the hull.

I kissed her neck, her chest, her collar bones, my hands running up and over her breasts missing her nipples, circling but never touching. She groaned and writhed under my touch, desperate for my fingers to glance them. I ran them around and around the edge, from one to the other, and then very gently ran m tips over them. She shuddered, her nipples standing tall, desperate to be sucked. I teased her for ages, barely touching her, as her breathing got heavier and heavier underneath me. Finally I reached my tongue out and lapped on. A gentle flick with the tip of my tongue, she moaned and gasped out, my teeth gently teasing them, my lips running over them, finally sucking them gently. I spat on my fingers and squeezed her other nipple between my fingers, rolling the bud over and over as my tongue flicked and sucked, working her hard. My hands gripped her breasts, massaged them, pulling them closer together as I ran my tongue from nipple to the other straight across her chest.

She pushed her hips up into me, desperate for me to touch her. I continued playing as my hand ran down her thigh up the inside, across her stomach and down the other leg, teasing her once again. I sat back, finding the ties at the sides of her bikini bottoms and pulling them fell away, revealing her pink lips dripping with cum. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh, over her lips, glancing her arse and her cunt. She smelt musky, tasted sweet, her cum running off my tongue as I made my way to her clit. I pulled her stomach tight, stretching her cunt as my lips wrapped around her clit and I began to suck gently. She groaned, her hands on the back of my head, as I sucked harder and harder, slowly flicking the tip of her tongue over her clit. I flicked harder and faster, rolling my tongue with each glance, feeling her clit swell. She writhed beneath me, panting and groaning, soft whimpers escaping her lips as he legs gently shook. My finger ran up and down her slit beneath my tongue, feeling her dripping cunt, circling her, before sliding deep into her cunt, pressing up onto her g spot. She groaned louder as I did a ‘come hither’ motion, working her g spot hard in time with my tongue, pushing my fingers in deep to the knuckles and rolling my hand, working her hard but slowly. Her cunt tightened and gripped my fingers, gently pulsed as the blood rushed to her pussy.I began to work my fingers faster, and harder, pressing up with more force, working her g spot, she groaned, and groaned, began to pant as my tongue flicked her clit faster and faster up and down, She grabbed my hair, pressing my face into her, legs shaking as she came, the cum running down my hand, screaming out, sweat appearing on her chest.

I eased off her clit, pressed lighter on her spot, and slowly pulled my finger in and out of her, feeling her gush around me, I pressed the tip of one finger against her arse, running my finger around her anus, her cum lubing her up, I pressed gently feeling the muscles relax for me, putting just the tip in and then circling once again. She groaned, complained I was teasing. I laughed, pressing lightly again as my finger easily slipped inside, I slid it slowly all the way in as she moaned, breathing out, pushing herself onto my fingers, and my other deeper back into her cunt. She raised her hips off the bed as I started to hammer her arse and cunt, slamming my hand against her crotch fast and hard, my fingers pounding in and out of her pressing upwards once more. She gripped her tits, squeezing her nipples between her fingers throwing her head back against the bedding she bit the quilt as she began to scream, her cunt and arse tightening and pulsing simultaneously, cum running down from her pussy over her arse, and onto the sheets. She laid back exhausted as I left my fingers inside her, feeling her throb on me, the warm wetness around them. She sat up grinning, her hair stuck to her forehead and neck, her cheeks flushed, as she slowly pulled my hand out, and towards her face. She licked my fingers eagerly, lapping up her cum, tasting her cunt and arse and brushing her teeth along my fingers. She leant forward, biting my bottom lip, her tongue finding mine, tasting her again, she finally pulled away, “Your turn” she smiled, pulling my down on top of her.

Poem.

I can’t take anymore, you’re driving me mad;

Teasing me senseless, I want it so bad.

I want to feel you, deep inside

To moan and pulse and enjoy the ride.

I’m writhing I’m moaning, please do me now,

Take control and show me how.

Your fingers are drenched, why make me wait;

So undeniably wet, I’ve taken the bait.

Your tongue’s and tips have pleased me so,

And now I’m desperate, as you know.

It’s a matter of time, till you have your way,

Give into me and do as you may.

Enter me deep like you know how to do,

Grind and thrust, long and true;

Satisfy me till I can barely speak,

Work me till my legs go weak.

I’ve been so very patient, you know it’s true,

I just want to finally, make love to you. 

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Street.

I hadn’t been horny for ages; randy, a little bit aroused – but not horny. Not that aching throbbing feeling, that urge to be penetrated, to be hurt, to be fucked like they meant it. Why it had evaded me I didn’t know, but it had. I’d decided to go out, the usual, just a night out, for a flirt, for a dance, for a slow grind and grope. I saw him at the bar, giving me the once over, slow and deliberate. We’d spoken before, met casually, nothing more than a passing word, but tonight he wanted me to see. He wanted to see me looking at him. I stared straight ahead at the bar, determined not to look his direction and as I left, turned the other way to walk off, avoiding him still.

He appeared near me on the dance floor, stood staring as I danced with my girls, slowly grinding to the music, smiling happily, enjoying his eyes on me. He walked around us, in a slow deliberate circle, taking a drink, pushing past people as he stared at us from each angle. I felt like I was being stalked, preyed upon. He was eating me with his eyes, each inch at a time, taking me in – consuming me. I swayed my hips further, ground down to the floor, circling them slowly in time with the beat, my hands holding my hair up, my eyes closed.

I felt a hand around my waist, hard and demanding. He pulled me close into him, his arm hurting my stomach, shocking me. “Come on” he snarled in my ear, grabbing my hand and beginning to lead me out of the club, skirting the walls. I followed him and tried to pull my hand away, “Why do you think I’m coming with you” I was laughing, half angry at the indignation of it, excited by the urgency he had me. He spun around, shoving me backwards; I tottered on my heels towards the wall a few feet behind. He slammed be against it, a metal bar digging into my lower back, pressing himself against me. His dark eyes stared down at my mouth, glanced down at my breasts through my see-through shirt and back up to my eyes. I felt the slow throb, the wetness between my lips, the aching inside. I stared at him determined, “Tell me you don’t want it” I kept eye contact, trying to hide my smile, keep my breathing level – give nothing away. Then I glanced down at his lips, just for a second. He grinned wryly, grabbing my again and rushing toward the exit. He knew I’d given in.

Outside he paused and looked up the road both ways, I stared at his torso, wandering what he felt like, smelt like, tasted like. It was my turn, taking my arm through his I marched along the road, towards mine, the wind blowing my hair in my eyes. His hand went to my arse, grabbing me hard, to the small of my back. I walked ahead fast, my feet clicking on the pavement, desperate to get home. We walked past a small alley way, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards towards the gap. My heart was racing, I stared at him deeply as he pushed me against the wall again, pressing against me, his raging hard on pushing against my thigh. I kissed him, hard. Running my fingers up the back of his neck and through his hair, tugging lightly as my other hand went down the back of his shirt, my nails digging in. He groaned, biting my lip hard, sucking on my tongue as it found his, biting my chin and cheeks, sucking my neck.  My knickers were drenched, sopping for him. My nipples standing hard in my bra, my skin pricking with his touch.

I couldn’t wait anymore; I pulled my top up, revealing my bra, yanking it down under my breasts, exposing myself to him. He ran his hands up the side of my body, grabbing my tits hard, and squeezing them in his hands, running his fingers either side of my nipples and gripping tightly. My head fell back against the wall, I pushed my crotch into his hips, arched my back towards him, pushed my tits into his face – wanting him to suck them. He bit my chest, my tit, his mouth finding my nipples, he spat on one, moving his head to the other side. His fingers found my wet nipple, squeezing and teasing the bud between his tips, while the other sucked hard, his teeth nipping behind my piercing, pulling my piercing towards him. I gasped, My hands pressed against the wall, scratching his back, finding my clit through my knickers. His hand caught mine, slamming it against the wall, his other hand grabbing my other wrist and holding them above my head.

He placed them in one hand and ran his hand down my skirt, up the inside of my thigh, to my frenchies. He gasped as he felt the cum on the inside of my thigh, my knickers soaked through, my clit piercing through the lace. He ran his fingers gently over my lips, I gasped and wriggled, desperate for his fingers inside me. He pulled my knickers down slowly, one side at a time, and I wriggled my hips till they fell to the floor around my heels. He took the buckle of his jeans and began to undo his trousers, staring at me as he did so. I bit my lip, I stained my lips towards his but he stood back from me, pulling his jeans down and pulling out his cock.

I could hear people leaving the club in the distance, the smokers outside, car lights flash past the entrance, the dim light of the take-aways along the road. I stared at him, wanting him, not caring where I was, enjoying the thought of getting caught. His cock stood proud in front of him, he held up my skirt up, and kicked my feet apart with his. I wobbled on my heels, staring at his rock hard cock, desperate for it. He ran it up the inside of my thigh, I moaned, trying to manoeuvre towards it, have it touching me, I ran it up my slit, through my dripping wet cum and towards my arse, rubbing his bell end on my clit, my piercing working me well.

Then he entered me, one hard thrust. He didn’t ease me into it, or take his time, but pushed hard, his hips slamming into mine, filling me entirely. I gasped, my hands still above my head, resting my head back on the wall, feeling my cum around his cock. He pulled out slowly and rammed home hard again. I arched my hips up towards him, pressing the small of my back into the wall, desperate for him deeper, pulling my hands away from his, he began to fuck me slowly, one long slow pull out and a hard thrust back, my cunt tightening around him with each thrust, gripping him, inviting him.

He let go of my hands and I grabbed my hands around him, around his neck, his back, digging my nails in, pulling him towards me, biting his shoulders. I raised my leg, desperate for him deeper, and his hand slipped around me waist. I placed my hands around his neck and he lifted me up, as I wrapped my legs around his back, and he pushed me hard into the wall. I slipped down further onto his cock, it pressed hard against my g spot, deep inside me, filling me entirely.

He thrust slowly again, groaning slightly as I gripped his waist with my thighs and lifted myself with each thrust, “Fuck me”, I whispered in his ear, gripping the back of his neck hard, “fuck me hard”. He rammed his cock deep into me, and began to fuck me, pound me, hammer me, his cock ramming in and out of my tight cunt, my arse bouncing against the wall, struggling to hold myself on, his hands went to my arse, holding me up as he pounded in and out, my cum running down his balls. I screamed, biting my arm trying not to scream as he hit my g spot harder and harder, stretching my tight cunt, as it swelled and throbbed around him. I started to cum, shaking around him, unable to grip, he took my weight as my head went backwards, crying out for him. A few boys walked past the end of the alley, crying out, cheering us on, as I screamed harder and harder.

He pulled out, dropping me down to the floor, and pushed my head down, I took his cock in my mouth, deep down my throat spitting on him and tasting my own cum. His fingers found my nipples, gripping them and tugging them towards him, pulling them out in front of me, I groaned as I slid my own fingers inside my cunt, taking him deeper in my throat, sucking him hard and fingering my own wet cunt. I rested my head against the wall, spread my legs and pulled his arse towards me, pushing my hand against him, letting him know to fuck my face. His hands went to the wall; he held my hair and my head and began to fuck harder. I took my nipple in one hand and my clit with the other, squeezing and teasing, feeling another orgasm building, staring up at him with watery eyes as his cock rammed into the back of my throat again and again, trying not to choke.

I felt his cock swell, begin to throb, I worked my clit harder, faster, faster circles, feeling my piercing between my fingers, my cunt tighten, my orgasm build. I squeezed my nipples repeatedly, pulsing it, nipping it harder and harder as I felt my cunt tighten further, grow hot, and my legs tremble. He began to shake, he thrust quicker ramming his cock home, and suddenly pulled out, his cock throbbing, I began to cum, sticking out my tongue, moaning loudly, the cum running down my thigh, as he shot his loud over my face, in my mouth, over my chest.

I licked my fingers, running my hands over his cum, pulling my knickers up as I stood, He leant on the wall, slowly doing up his jeans, panting desperately, staring at me, as I scooped his cum up with my fingers and licked it off. He grinned as I pulled down my top, grabbed my bag and a tissue, and cleaned myself off, straightening myself out. I leant back on the wall, panting still, looking at him. “Mine?” he said, and I simply grinned.

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Lift.

Elevator.

We were only staying a week, a short break away for a holiday. He’d surprised me as a treat, or a desperate attempt to salvage our relationship and show he cared. Prague. It was safe to say I was pleased, at least he was trying. We’d arrived and settled into our room, found our way down to the front entrance and asked the concierge for places to go, eat, the usual. He gave me the eye as I walked over, looking me up and down with his head on the side, in a way that made my skin bristle and my cunt twinge.  He answered his questions politely, staring at me and grinning, asking if I liked the city, what floor we were on, if we wanted dinner reservations. He had a thick accent, Spanish, dark, tall, with those deep eyes. I smiled and blushed, I tried to look away, and listen to my partner, but I was there, he knew he had me.

The first few nights we saw him, he’d smile make pleasant conversation, then my partner was late down for dinner. I sat in the bar having a drink quietly, relaxing to the sound of the piano when he came over. He stood and asked If I was ok. We exchanged polite conversation, his hand brushed my arm, he stared at me longingly, wantingly and told me I was beautiful. My partner appeared and he asked me if I wanted a drink, taking my partners, not his job but, I guess he needed the excuse.

Later that night my partner went out, to the shop, to somewhere, to get something that we needed. It turned out to be flowers; the irony was not lost on me. I walked across the hall to the lift when he came bounding across and joined me. I’ll walk you up, he said simply.

I smiled obligingly, stepping into the lift, my heels clicking against the wooden floor. He pressed the button and the door shut, we were on the move. Suddenly he turned round pushing me up against the mirrored walls and pressing my hands by my sides, he kissed me hard, on the mouth, his tongue searching for mine, straining for me, biting my lip, and kissing my cheek.  I gasped, kissing him back, I felt a rush of need, of want, of passion that I was missing.

He turned around, placed his key in the slot in the lift and it stopped with a jolt. He turned back to me, smiling. I felt nervous, like a teenager, a rush of anticipation, of expectation, of fear – What was I doing, what was happening. He kissed me again, kissed my neck, running his hands up my hold ups to the lace at the top, stroking me. I groaned leaning against the wall as he slowly hitched my skirt up, finding his fingers to my knickers and glancing my crotch. I gasped, I was dripping. He smiled kissing me again, his fingers running over my clit, my lips through my lacy underwear.

My hand went around the back of his neck, I spread my legs wider, I pushed my pelvis forward, I wanted his fingers desperately. He slipped them into my wetness, I felt his fingers warm against my skin, running up and down my slit and deep into my cunt. It responded gripping him back, swelling around his knuckles as he began to work me slowly, a slow come hither motion deep inside me. He glanced my g spot repeatedly, each slow motion bringing me closer. He rolled his hand and fingers, sending a new sensation through me. My cunt felt incredible, better than it ever had. I was dripping wet, it running down my legs. He pulled my straps of my dress down, still expertly fingering me, I pulled my bra down showing him my nipple and he wrapped his lips around them, sucking them gently, rolling the bud between his lips, flicking the head with the tip of his tongue.

My legs felt weak, I could hardly stand, I held onto the rail of the lift, nestled my head into the corner, moaning louder and louder. Then his thumb glanced my clit. I cried out, as he slowly circled it gentle pressure, rolling it under his finger again and again. My cunt throbbed, his fingers full inside me, he slipped a third in and I felt it.

My cunt swelling harder and harder, the rush of head from my knees, everything tighten and suddenly, I came. I cried out, I shook, my legs barely holding me, is other hand pressed against my stomach, trying to prop me up. My whole body came, my nerve endings pricking, the hairs standing on end, my cunt running with sweet cum. He flicked my nipple a few times, kissed my chest, and stood back, pulling my dress back over my breast and my strap up.

His fingers were stil inside me, rocking slowly in and out, enjoying how wet I was I imagine. He slid his fingers out slowly, stroking my cunt as he did, and placed them to my mouth, softly. I licked them gently, looking at him, completely lost in my own pleasure, nothing desperate or hungry, just tasted myself, the sweetness of cum, the silkiness, the way it smelt on my lips.

He turned around stepping away from me. I suddenly felt exposed, the lights were bright, I was flushed and hot. He turned his key and the lift jolted moving. He stood with his back to me, I pulled down my dress, stood up straight not knowing what to do. The lift doors opened, he stood to the side, and gestured to the open door. I went to speak but changed my mind, stepping forward.

He winked at me as I was parallel with him, taking hold of my hand and kissing the back of it, I stepped out of the lift, turning around and watched him step backwards, the lift shutting, his deep eyes staring at me, smiling and glistening. The doors closed. I stood for a second in the corridor. I took a deep breath, I felt the cum running down my leg. I thought of my partner waiting in my room, I hurried down the corridor, trying to sort myself out. I reached the door, paused and smiled. Well,  that was different. I let myself in. 

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