An Unexpected Fuck

I just saw you yesterday, and I knew walking into that lunch it would be very platonic but hadn't expected you to look so fucking good.  I did a pretty good job of keeping my mind on the serious matters going on that day, but by last night I was dripping with lust.  I thought maybe a little shopping and good dose of naughty pics might serve to work off a little steam.  After spending a good hour sending you half-dressed photos of myself trying bras and panties on at Victoria's Secret, I'm on my way home when I see your text come in saying that maybe I should come put it on and make you cum.  Happy to see while I was blowing off steam, you were gathering steam, I eagerly shoot back that all I need is a day and time.   I'm elated when I see Now? flash across my screen. There is some small talk about me being sure, maybe because of my play it cool response of sure, but I know I'm good to go.  I didn't plan on this, but I am always up for some fun with you.

As I pull up to your house, I see a couple more text fly by.  One about seeing my effort making you want to, and one about how you were even thinking about a video of you cumming in my mouth.  I smile at the level of your naughtiness today and make my way up to the house with my new purchases in tow.  The door is opened before I reach the top and I'm let in.

Of course I don't make eye contact, but I do take you in completely.  Crisp white shirt and khaki shorts, but all I want to do is take it off of you.  I walk right by you as you ask how I am.  Replying that I'm good, and thinking to myself how could I not be?  I just walked into your house with a bag full of cute new underwear.  You ask if I got your last text.  I giggle a little at the thought as I put all my stuff down, and reply with a small yes and that I see you are in a naughty mood today.  You follow up with do I want to try something on for me, so I smile shyly and grab the bag making my way to the bedroom.

I place the bag on the bed and quickly look through what I bought, but you have seen most of it already in the pics.  As I'm making my decision, you walk up behind me pressing close against my ass as you raise my dress up to reveal my lacy blue thong.  The seduction in your voice makes me slippery wet as you whisper in my ear about how much you like this dress and that you really want to bend me over and fuck me.  As one hand gently pushes against my back to bend me over the bed, the other massages my ass cheek, like you are thinking about giving me a quick smack.  I hunger for that smack, but it never comes.  I push back hard rubbing my ass against your cock so that I can feel it better.  Always so big, whether you are hard or not, it never disappoints.  You aren't ready yet, but I plan to change that quickly.  Your command snaps me back to the plan, as I hear you tell me to hurry up and put something new on.

I already know what I want to put on.  It’s one you haven't seen in a girly shade of blue.  I haven't actually tried them on, so I'm kind of curious myself if I'll like them.  What I love about them is the material.  The same soft feel of the long sleeved shirt we just picked out for you last month.  I drop the dress to the floor, along with my current bra and panties.  I walk into the bathroom and slide the new panties on.  They are tight, low and so very cute.  Turning back to the bed to grab the bra and I see you are sitting naked on the bed watching intently.  I quickly put the bra on and your compliments are immediate and generous.  Little pink bows are striking against the soft blue background, and I am so glad I ended up getting this set.

I walk over to you, standing over you and look down on you.  I'm never in this position, and I revel in it as I run my hand down your chest kissing you gently.  I fight the urge to push you back on the bed and climb on top.  Its short lived, as I knew it would be, and I'm being gently pulled down to my knees.  Once I am settled, I lean into you again to receive another desperately needed kiss.  This one much deeper, and I moan a little into the ecstasy of the moment.  I bring my hands down your chest one more time and come to rest on your cock, taking it my hand as the kiss goes on.  

You command me to stroke it.  I have already started, but work you a little better when I receive your instruction.  I do so love to be told.  While I continue to stroke, we continue to kiss through the discussion about you taking a video of me with your cock in my mouth, and I am getting wetter with every detail.  I can feel you growing already and pick up the pace a little when you tell how much you liked seeing my huge fucking tits in the top that I wore yesterday.  I quickly share that I almost changed before I left for lunch, but left it on at the last minute.  I lean back in to meet your lips again, this time pulling my body closer to you so that your stiff cock is resting against my new bra while I continue to stroke.  You kiss me so deeply with your hand gently on my neck that I again softly moan into the moment.

You release me so that I can take your cock into my mouth.  I've been thinking about this for days now, so I eagerly get to work taking you deep to get you wet, slowly pulling you out, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking you in again.  I can feel you gathering my hair out of the way before resting your hands on my head, tangled in my hair, and carefully guide me to your desired pace.  Once wet enough, I start to stroke with my hand, making sure to take the stroke to the top, gently rubbing my thumb across the tip before taking you deep again.  You pepper me with questions while I work and I am wrestling with the idea of stopping to answer.

Do you remember where I came last time?

I hum a yes so that I don't have to stop.

Where did I shoot a load last time?  My name punctuates the end of this question and there is more authority in your voice, so I stop to answer.

In my ass. And I go back to work.

Did you like it?

Yes.  This time I put you back in my mouth very quickly to keep you wet so I can work you with my hand while since you have already asked another question.

Where do you want my load today?

It sounds like you have some ideas.

But where do you want it?

In my mouth please.  And then I put you back in my mouth to prove the point.

First I want to bend you over and fuck your pussy. 

That's enough of a signal that I should stop, and I scoot back a little to unlock my knees from under the bed frame.  You stand and help me to my feet.  You kiss me while you express your need to check if I'm wet.  I know that I am but I love when you check for yourself.  Your hand moves slyly into my very tight panties, and a finger expertly slides past my clit to find me wet and waiting for you to fuck me.  Your approval comes and you roughly pull my panties down, bending me over the bed in one swift move.  I'm not quite ready, but you are already entering me.  I try to step out of the panties, so I can spread my legs and get into a better position to lock my knees against the bed rail for support.  Before I can get set, I hear you order me to get my back down and you give me a not so gentle shove down to the bed.  Since I'm not quite ready, I feel my knees scrape against the bed rail.  An evil little smile spreads across my face and I know that I’ll be carrying those marks for a couple of days at least.  I gain purchase, set myself against the bed, and push back hard willing you to fuck me harder already.  You feel amazing and every thrust is better than the last.  

I can see you through my legs, and reach back to grab your balls.  I play with them, alternating between squeezing them into me as you pull out a little and pull down as you come back into me.  I start to feel like it's too rough though so I release them, only to hear you tell me its ok.  I can keep going.  I greedily take hold again watching myself playing with you as I do.  I run my hand down your ass occasionally before I push your balls into my cunt as you smash into me once more.  I beg for you to fuck me harder.  As you comply with my request, I release your balls to give you room to work, and bring my hands up into my own hair pulling tightly as you pound me even harder.

I'm still enjoying the rough fuck, when I hear your tell me you want me on my back so I can see your cock thrust into me.  I flip over onto my back, watching you beside the bed while I get into position.  You tell me to spread my pussy open so you can see my freshly fucked pussy.  I do and run my fingers through it while I watch you easily work yourself.  You step over the bed and take my legs in your thick arms and pull me the fuck down the bed.  Rub your cock down my clit in push hard into me.  You ask if I'm watching your cock in my pussy and I reply that I am, but you have already moved on to how smooth I am.  I can barely take the fullness already and am breathing hard with frequent moans while you continue to talk to me.  Telling me about the video you want to take but that you are going to have to cum on my face a little for the video.  I'm never opposed to your cum on my face, so I do my best to voice my approval through your relentless fucking and my breathless moans.  You ask if he is home, and I barely let out a yes, he is.  My eyes are closed, but I can feel the determination in your voice when you tell me that you'll for sure have to cum on my face then.  I find my voice long enough to say that you did say you were going to rub it in, referring to our playful bet on the basketball game.

I feel you pull out and you work yourself a little asking me to spread my pussy again.  I comply, and run my fingers through again, this time running my fingernails across my clit as I spread it farther to the sound of your approval.  My cunt is throbbing in your absence and I’m contemplating begging for your return.  You tell me how good I look and that you might just cum right now, but that you know that I'm not ready for it yet.  Stepping over to me again, you tease my clit with your solid cock and push hard into me again.  You push all of your weight down onto my legs, spreading them open further, exposing my desire to fullest.  I watch the determination wash across your face and I know I’m in for trouble.  You are hitting the perfect spot like you have something to prove.  I can't keep my eyes open any longer to watch you fucking me, so I close them hard and squeeze my pussy as if it could slow your punishing rhythm.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, and that I might just pass out from holding my breath, you pull out once more.  I spread my pussy again for you, while I watch you intently.  Stepping back to admire your handy work while you work yourself again.  Something seems to be running through your mind, I wonder what you have planned for me.  You step closer to me and I see you lower a bit, working harder, and I'm pretty sure you are going cum right there on my freshly fucked pussy so I close my eyes and lean my head back to feel the warmth spread across me.  Instead, I am taken by complete surprise when you drop to your knees and put your mouth on my cunt.  My eyes go wide and I lift my head to watch as you eat my pussy like you are starving for it.  It feels so fucking amazing that I almost can't keep my eyes open.  Our eyes lock and I reach down to run a hand through your hair before I drop my head back in euphoria.  Your tongue runs from my ass to my pussy and you suck so hard on my clit that it feels like you could bite it if you wanted.  Your hot breath invades me as much as your tongue and I want to scream it feels so good, but it feels like anything louder than my breathing would take away from the sensation.  This goes on for only a moment longer before you stand and get ready to enter me one last time.

You pound my clit again and then thrust hard into me.  Immediately hitting the right spot and I cry out.  It's a relentless, punishing kind of rhythm.  My moans of delight cannot be stifled.  Your own sounds of gratification are echoing mine and then I hear you say something about that it feels so good that you might just have to cum inside of me.  My world stops, and my head spins.  I grab the bed hard to slow the punishing pace so I can hear you better.  I think you just said you might cum in me, and I have to know if that is really an option.  This is a rare event, one that I honestly didn't think I would experience again.  And then in a voice that lets me know that you would be ok with it, you ask me again.

Where do you want me to cum?  My name again punctuates the question to let me know you want my attention and my answer.

I run my hand down your chest to stall just a little longer as you continue to fuck me waiting for my answer.  The truth is that I don't know.  It's a bittersweet decision, and for a moment I think you are being horribly unfair to make me decide.  I always want you to cum in me.  It's not something you do, so I feel like it should be taken advantage of any time it’s offered.  But, you just came in my ass last week.  I already felt like that was a lot to ask of you, but you did it for me without a single complaint or holding it over my head, or asking for something in return.  Having you cum in me again, seems like too much.  Plus, I really had wanted to drink you down and the video thing was pretty hot.  I just don't know.  I want to raise my voice and be defiant and tell you to fucking do what you want to me.  Then I remember how much you are into fucking me just now, in this moment, I could really hear it in your voice.  It's so good and if you are allowing me the choice, I have to take it so I give you my answer.

If I am given the choice, I want you to cum inside of me.

I hear you tell me that you want me to tell you again as you roughly pull me further down the bed.  Before I can answer and without having pulled out at all, you thrust in and up in a way that takes my breath away.  Going further and deeper than it feels like you ever have before.  I hear you yell Oh Fuck! As you thrust up and in again finding your release and taking my breath away again.  I feel the warmth and fullness as your fill me with cum.  I gasp as I close my eyes to feel the aftershocks while you continue to thrust up and in a couple more times before you come to rest.  I smile with the satisfaction that comes with knowing that I'm going to be a wet mess the rest of the day.

Hurry Home

Our conversation this morning left me aching, and I so love it when you are in a playful mood.  Thanks for always keeping me hungry.  Can't wait to see you.  Hurry home.  xxx

Tied to the Table

When I got up this morning, it was a day like any other.  I ended up writing until very late in the evening/morning about anticipation and how it was driving me crazy.  I finally fell asleep around 4am, so I was working on sleeping in when I realized that I needed to go to the sales meeting at work.  I'd already texted you to let you know you had an email waiting, and your response to the story was just Soon.  No reason to talk about it anymore knowing that it always circles around to being patient, so I wish you a great day.  I rush through my routine skipping steps as I go.  After getting all of that anticipation out and down on paper, I feel like I can concentrate a little better.  Unfortunately, I am running late and have a tough day ahead of me.

During the sales meeting, I get your text about needing a ride from the shop.  I'm looking for any excuse to get out of here early so I'm not mobbed by people who haven't seen me in months, and groped by some.  I answer with sure and start to work my way out of the office.  The meeting was very hard for me, and I can already feel my spirits lift with the thought of a little time with you.  Once I arrive at the shop, I text you that I'm here and wait patiently.  You let me know that it will just be a minute longer.  Meanwhile, a series of texts start to come through. 

Did you follow your usual routine this morning? 

Shit, no, not really.  I text back Not Exactly.

Smooth?

Yes.

I might have to see for myself.

I text Not as smooth as yesterday.  But I'm thinking that of course you would want to see for yourself on the one day in a month I choose to skip steps.  I'm not dwelling on it, as I know how careful I was yesterday, so I'm still in pretty good shape.  Unless you count the soaking wet panties I'm now sitting in.  When I got dressed for work this morning, I dressed down as to not draw attention from an unwanted source, so I’m sort of wishing I had a little more lust inspiring outfit on.  I doubt that it matters when the goal is to just take it off anyway.  When you get in the car, it's pleasant conversation as if the texts never even happened.  I take you over to pick up your rental and then we head to your house.  I'm waiting outside for you to come get your stuff out of my car, when I see you standing at the door.  The stuff can fucking wait, I jump out of the car and run up to you.

When I come in, I set my stuff down and you appear to be cleaning up a little.  I’m trying to figure out what you are doing as I take my jacket off.  You start by telling me that you've been thinking about something for a while now, and I notice that you are clearing the dining table except for a large crystal vase filled with bright flowers.  I'm pretty sure I know where this is going since we talked about it briefly when you were whispering in my ear one day, willing me to cum.  You beckon me over to the table and stand close behind me while you begin to tell me what you have been thinking.  Your big fucking cock, always making its presence known, is pressed up hard against my ass and I am already feeling a change in my own breathing.  

I wrap my hand around your neck and bring you in closer while your hands are wrapped around me in front.  You slowly bend me over the head of the table.  I watch the flowers disappear from my sight as my head gently comes to rest on the cold hard wooden table.  I feel your hands run down my body spreading my legs to each respective table leg as you tell me that you want to tie each of my legs to the table legs.  Taking a moment to measure to make sure that with my boots off the table will be at the right height.  You smack my ass hard and my whole body jumps while I cry out a little and hit my head hard against the table.  You ask me if this sounds good to me as you pull my pants down exposing my wet black lacy panties.  I say a little thank you to the part of me that loves wearing sexy underwear even if the rest of me is more subdued and reply to you with yes, please.

I am pulled up and ordered to take my pants off while you go get your ties.  I am still working on this, when you return with the ties and drop them on the table to come help me finish with my task.  As I finally get my legs out of my jeans, you pull my panties off and ask me if I saw the wet spot on them.  I lock eyes with you and reply that I don't need to see it, I can feel it.  You grip my shoulders, but I'm not reading your cue until you ask me to sit on the chair.  You pull out your cock and I immediately put it in my mouth.  You grab my head with both hands and start to thrust.  I open wider to let you in deeper and hear you ask me to suck it like you taught me.  I get to work worshiping your cock the best that I can, getting you nice and wet and taking you as deep as I possibly can with your gentle guidance.  Your soft moans reveal your approval.  

When you start to speak again, you ask me if I can feel you hardening in my mouth.  I more hum than say yes.  You ask me if I remember in the beginning when I was scared to suck your cock.  I don't answer, but I do take the moment to think back to that time.  It's weird to me now, but I was at one time very intimidated by the task.  You were so very patient and easy with me as I got to know your cock better and more intimately.  When I come back to the here and now, you want to know if my husband is home, and again I hum my yes.  Going on to say that you want to send me back home with all of my holes well fucked and hope that I give him a big kiss.  Then you pull out and release my head so we can move over to the table.  I briefly wonder if I have left a wet spot on your leather chair, but don't have a chance to look as I'm not so gently nudged in the correct direction.

I stand against the table, and assume the position.  I'm not flat against the table since my legs are slightly longer, and I can see the lips of my pussy just over the edge of the dark table, against the light background color.  I wish I had a picture.  It's such a perfect expression of what I'm finally going to get after weeks of waiting and just captures the event completely.  The hard and soft of what is about to come.  I continue to take this in while I feel you adjusting each of my legs and tying them tightly to the table legs.  I hear you kick your shoes off and turn my head so that I can watch you disrobe while I am firmly tied to the table. Once naked, you move behind me and roughly push me down on the table.  

You raise my shirt to reveal my ass, and I interrupt you long enough to be able to pull it off.  It's just going to annoy me. I lay back down against the table and wait for you to begin.  I feel your hand move between my legs and feel for my readiness. My legs are spread, so even though I am wet, I am drying quickly with the exposure.  You aren't wasting anytime though and work your fucking hard cock into my aching pussy.  I immediately let out a soft moan and you ask if I remember this feeling.  I reply yes and am already panting with the relief that comes with waiting so long for something that is so sorely needed.  Patience is a cold hard bitch, but possibly worth it in the end.  

My whole body relaxes against the table and I close my eyes to better concentrate on this moment.  There are really no words for the feeling and I can feel pin pricks of tears sting my eyes.  I can hear you tell me how wet I am and if this is what I've been waiting for.  I release a very soft yes and rub my face against the cool table.  You pick up the pace a little and I can hear the vase of flowers rattle.  I wonder if we might spill the flowers.  I reach up with my hands and press them flat against the table trying to steady myself and the table, pushing myself back so that I cannot escape your thrusts.  You are in the perfect place and this position is so much better than I could have ever imagined.  I moan letting you know as well that you are hitting the right place.  Asking me if I can feel it, but I can only moan and whisper soft yeses over and over again, as you are pulling me farther into you with every thrust.  I lift my body from the table and reach back to take hold of your balls, making sure I run my fingers down the crack of your ass I do.  I hear your soft moans echoing mine now.  It's almost too perfect.

The pace is becoming agonizingly slow and full.  I can still hear you soft approvals, when I call your name.  It's so soft and full of need.

Jay?

Yes, baby?

I want explode just from the tenderness in your voice.  It echoes the care in which you are expertly fucking my pussy, but I need more.  I beg for you to please, fuck me harder. 

Both of our moans get louder as you immediately fuck me harder.  The table shakes again as if it's trying to voice its own approval.  I can't stop whispering yes, and then suddenly I have no more words left.  The pace and the added pressure pushes me to my tip toes and you push me back down on the table to take it.  I hear you ask if this what I wanted, but I can't even speak it feels so good.  My mind screams fuck yes though, and I feel like you can hear it as well.  You ask if I'm ready to have my ass fucked yet or do I need you to fuck my pussy some more.  Again, I cannot speak and the question is bittersweet.  For one to begin the other must end and they are both so good.

You pull out of me suddenly and command me to slide over to the corner of the table where you are now standing.  Asking me to clean you up and taste my juicy pussy.  I take you in and you somehow seem bigger now.  Maybe because of the angle my head is at, it just feels different.  I clean you up and place my hand on your shaft to work it a little.  Just as you pull out of my mouth, I taste your saltiness dripping from your tip.

You order me to spread my ass so you can see how wet it is from all of our hard work.  Working yourself in anticipation.  You initially slip in easy enough because I am so very wet, but hit the usual roadblock.  From here, I know it's up to me to let you in.  You push harder and my hand reaches back to your ass to help pull you closer.  I know you like to work it in yourself though and decide to drop my hand again, being careful not to dig my nails into you.  I am just eager to have you fully in.  I hear the command to relax and I let go a little more, breathing through the invasion.   Willing you to breakthrough.  You pull out quickly and work yourself again while I hold my ass open for your viewing pleasure.  You spit hard onto my ass and I jump in surprise hitting the table hard with my head.  As I do, I contemplate taking my bra off so I can feel the cold hardness of the table against my breasts.  This thought must relax me, because you push in and easily pass the last barrier.  I never do take my bra off having been totally sidetracked from the intoxication of your breakthrough.

You are fucking me nice and slowly allowing us both to enjoy the moment and it feels so amazing.  Calling my name, you ask me what you are doing.  

Fucking my ass.

Who gets to do this?

You do. 

And I am the only one.  

It's very true.  I can't imagine allowing anyone else to do this to me, even though I know I need it now,  and some small vulnerable part of me whispers so only I can hear, a plea for you not to leave me.  Thankfully, you are not done talking to me because I really can't afford to let that thought linger.  It's just too sad for this moment.  You bring me back around to here and now by remarking how surprised you are that my husband needs lube just to fuck my little pussy and you are able to fuck my ass without it.  I stopped being amazed by the power you have to make me wet and keep me wet a long time ago.  

As you pick up the pace a little and I grip the table to keep myself from moving with your thrusts, you ask me how it feels.  I reply that it feels amazing, but somehow it just doesn't cover how you feel to me.  You grab my arms and pull them back to use as your own leverage, leaving me at the mercy of the table.  Dropping your hands down to my wrists, I open and close my hands digging my nails in my own hands adding to that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain radiating through my whole body. You let them go again and I grip the table edges tight as you thrust harder and harder.  I feel like I might just cum myself and the last time I came during anal I couldn't even hold my own weight up anymore.  I can feel the bindings have fallen so they won't be able to help me.  I really, really want to let go and find my release, but I need to hold on for a little longer. 

Your excitement is growing too, and you pull out for a second.  This give me some relief, but I'm not sure if this means you won't be able to cum in my ass.  I was promised this weeks ago and I want it so badly.  I also know this isn't easy for you and I'm not going to push you.  My need is sated, and at this point, I will gladly do as you please.  Just then you push back in and order me to grab your balls so I can feel them stiffen when you cum.  You don't have to ask me twice, and I greedily take hold.  We are so very close and with just a few more thrusts, I hear you loudly release fuck several times.  I encourage you myself with a come on baby, you can do this.  I am so excited that I squeeze your balls just a little more and hear you yell again.

Oh Fuck!! You are going to make me cum!

I don't feel the warmth of your stream like I did when you came inside of me for my birthday.  But I do feel every ripple of convulsions as they rip through your body.  I squeeze my ass tight to relish in the quakes.  I don't feel this so acutely when you cum in my pussy and it is intoxicating.  It feels like it rips from the tip of your cock to your legs in waves.  You are still having aftershocks as I realize that I am holding on to your balls for dear life and gently release them.  

You run your fingertips down the small of my back and sort of massage me as you are settling down.  I left my hand just under your balls when I let them go, so when you slowly ease out, you leave a path of cum across my hand.  I hear your exit to clean up and I stand up but take my time to move as I'm not sure what will happen if I do.  I’ve never let someone cum in my ass before…actually I should say never begged someone.  I stand there for a minute, just concentrating on that feeling.  Knowing that I just created a monster that will need to be fed.  Once I am steady and don't need the support of the table, I go to the guest bath to wash my hands before getting dressed. 

Being tied to the table was everything I imagined it would be when you first brought it up and cumming in my ass was a perfect way to top it off.  I was left shaken and a little emotional, but I had a ton of stuff that I had been waiting to be worked out with some good fucking sex.  During the time it has taken to write this up, I have brushed the hair out of my face a dozen times finding my forehead is covered in bruises.  It's the kind of reminder that can't be left from anything but being tied to a table and being well fucked. Thanks!