The Door

 

Soft. Warm. Wet. Heat. Pleasure…waves of pleasure. More softness, soft wetness, soft flicking, butterfly pressure…heat. Pleasure. Waves of pleasure.

Pure sensation. Suspended in a haze of sensation just beneath full consciousness, pleasure cradles me. That swollen throb of pleasure, that hot itch of desire dissolves into hot wetness as I float on his tongue, pressing against it, seeking the pleasure of that pressure, that friction, that…more, more.

Slowly, the pleasure lifts me into more awareness. Soft pillows and cool sheets surround me. The sole of my foot feels warm smooth skin and muscle. I barely perceive the puzzle of this as that butterfly softness brings me into sharp awareness of my pussy. The butterfly is in my pussy and it’s no butterfly. The pleasure breaks over me again and I become aware of my legs, tensing in response, and Terminator’s head between them, my foot on him as he pursues the delicacies of my clit, and tortures my sweet spot.

I push against his tongue in the throes of greedy pleasure, my back arched as release floods through me. I explode into full consciousness grunting, grinding and screaming, practically fucking his face as I come.

I lie heaving and shaking, my knees akimbo, staring at the ceiling.  I feel Terminator slide off the bed and disappear. He returns and starts cleaning me with a hot washcloth, and the sublime feeling makes elicits a moan of appreciation.

“You were supposed to let me nap undisturbed,” I say (yeah, right). I shake my head at him.

“You looked so sweet and angelic sleeping there, I couldn’t help it,” he jokes.

I actually cackle at this. Sleeping in a naked sprawl on his bed, I may bring many things to mind, but angels ain’t one of them.

He slides next to me on the bed, knocking pillows this way and that. Where did they come from, I wonder.

“I did let you sleep,” says Terminator.

I arch an eyebrow at him.

“Four hours,” he says as if in pain.

“Was it that hard?” I ask.

“You don’t know,” he responds.

I feel it. His desire, our desire swirls around us like a mist. Just being in the same room with him is enough to pop my nipples and make my pussy gooey with anticipation. I can’t explain it anymore than he can explain his nearly constant erection around me.

I close my eyes. We bathed. He bathed me. Tended to my bruises and welts. Washed my hair. Gave me a hot oil massage and put me to bed so I could rest before returning home. The last thing I recall before falling asleep is him surrounding me with fluffy pillows, because I told him my bruises and welts were hurting. Then the oral surprise.

We lay facing each other, perfectly still, not touching, just gazing at each other.

I touched his cheek and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “It’s time,” I say softly.

I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. When I glance over my shoulder he is lying on his back staring at the ceiling. Part of me hopes he will profess undying love and demand that we try a real relationship. Just for a moment.

I splash cold water on my face, adjust my hair and am putting on lipstick when he taps on the door. “I’ll see you downstairs,” he says.

My heart.

I dress quickly (red sundress, black wedges) and as I turn to get my bag and phone I see a beautiful square gift box wrapped in pink and gold paper with a pink bow on the nightstand. Taped to the box is a small square envelope with my name on it. I pick it up and immediately I know what it is. I can’t believe it. I pick up my purse and head downstairs.

Terminator is at the foot of the stairs, his eyes moving over every inch of me as I descend.

“That dress.” he says.

“What’s this?” I ask, indicating the box.

“A token.”

“How did you figure it out?” I ask.

“Research.” he smiles.

We’re at the entryway, the door in front of us, a mirror and table on our right and a small bench against the wall on our left. I turn to check my reflection in the mirror and adjust my dress.

“I called a car for you,” he says. “It’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Ok, thanks,” I say, still fixing my hair. I look up at him and our eyes meet in the mirror, and there is a blaze of heat. I lower my gaze and turn toward the door, but he grabs my hand. The minute our fingers touch, I know. I turn toward him and walk into his embrace.

“Kiss me goodbye,” he whispers into my neck.

The kiss detonates our desire instantly. I feel my pussy melt in response, i feel his hard cock against me and we are, in seconds, completely and mindlessly hungry for each other.

I’m against the front door, he has slipped the dress off my shoulders onto the floor and I kicked it away. He tears my lace panties off like fluff, grabs my leg and lifts it to his waist and slides into my desperate, twitching pussy to the hilt. Glory hallelujah.

“Oh, yes I moan, shifting to get him deeper inside my hot wetness.

There is a honk outside. Then another.

We grind hard into each other in delicious urgency, straining for deeper harder, but silent fuck. I bite his lip in delicious agony, getting his cock just so far but not far enough inside me. I’m whimpering in frustration. His fingers are digging into my thigh so hard his hand feels like iron.

He rears back and plunges deep into me, squashing my ass against the door and almost lifting me off the floor. But he hits it, that spot in my pussy where I need him to stroke, and it’s so good and wet and slick, he’s banging me against the door, ha-ha and we’re moaning grunting like two beasts chasing that sweet, hot wet release.

Knock knock knock

“Hello? Tri-boro Car Service. Picking up a fare for Manhattan.”

Knock knock knock

I felt the door vibrate against my ass. We were so insane for each other, we didn’t stop fucking. Terminator picked up my other leg and continued pounding me against the door a few times.

Knock knock knock

“Hello?”

We keep fucking. It’s too good to stop. We can feel the guy listening, but We don’t care. Terminator pounds me against the door, and I’m in heaven, I forget there’s someone on the other side and I’m moaning and grunting freely.

Knock knock knock.

“We’ll be right out,” Terminator growled.

We sink to the floor to the sound of receding footsteps, and Terminator stays inside me, continuing his delicious pounding of me as he lifts my legs over his shoulders to get as deep inside me as he can. He continues pounding me and I start squirting.

Even as I moan in pleasure and pull him deeper inside me, even as my pussy convulses in delicious hunger around his hot shaft, I can’t believe we’re fucking in his entryway and I’m on the floor on my back totally naked, heels to the ceiling. And I don’t care. All I care about is that his huge gorgeous cock hit that spot deep inside my pussy, and that he keep hitting it until I explode all over him in convulsive ecstasy.

We come screaming, my knees next to my ears and his huge cock tight inside me thrusting in orgasmic spasms.

More honking.

He slides out of me, helps me to my feet and I run to the bathroom to clean up. I run down again and he helps me into my dress. and hands me my things. “These are mine,” he says, picking up my black lace panties off the floor.

We walk out to the car together and he goes to the driver’s window and speaks to him briefly. I see my reflection in the car window and see that my hair looks like I just got laid.

Terminator comes back to me and opens the car door for me. We laugh at the spectacle we just made, and kiss on the cheek.

“Are you sure you want to end this?” He asks as I step into the car.

Patterns. And so.

“Yes I’m sure.” I replay.

“Good luck. Be Happy,” he says.

“You too.”

He closes the door.

My heart.

When the car reaches the end of his tree-lined block, I turn to look out the back window, and I see him standing in the middle of the street, watching after me.

As we drive off  I finally allow myself to cry.

The Gift

From the first time we met Terminator remarked on my perfume and how much he liked it. I never share the name or brand, because it’s my thing. He kept guessing and guessing, wrongly the whole time we were together. Somehow he figured it out because in the box was a large bottle of my favorite perfume, which is about $120. The card said “Always here for you with Love.” and his signature.
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Cocksicle

  We’re cuddled together dozing, drowsily caressing each other, falling in and out of sleep. Neither of us wants to move.”You’re leaving me tomorrow,” he murmurs into my hair. His arm tightens around me. There’s a trace of incredulity in his voice. I know why. He can’t believe that his cock hasn’t enslaved me. He can’t believe that I’m not constantly blowing up his phone begging for it, willing to do anything, to put up with anything, for more of it. He respects that, but it pisses him off. He’s been showing me exactly how much.

I’m light-headed and the scent of his skin, the scent our bodies conjure together, is intoxicating me. I’m very close to saying that I made a mistake and of course I’ll be seeing him again. I mean, who doesn’t want to have sex like this for the rest of forever? But I yank myself back to reality. He is unavailable, I remind myself. He’s already caused me enough heartache.

Later, when we’re in the shower I can’t help appreciating his lean, well-muscled body and tight ass. I want to lick that muscle on his thigh, his abs, bite his ass…I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to take him in my mouth.  I wait.

Back in the bedroom and in my collar and chain, he sits on the edge of the bed and says quietly: “Drop the towel. Do a full turn. I want to look at you.”

“Ok.” I slowly turn but feel embarrassed. His lips have kissed every inch of my body, but to be looked at so baldly was still uncomfortable. Go figure.

“That just does not happen,” he says, looking at me in admiration.”What?

“What?”

“Those tits, that ass.” he says appreciatively. “It’s either one or the other, not both. Outstanding,” he smiles.

“Thank you,” I’m still embarrassed. “They’re real,” I add. Just in case.

“Oh, I know.” He pulls me to him and wants to get me in bed again but I resist. He looks surprised for a second. I hold his gaze and drop to my knees between his thighs.

I peel away his towel and take his cock in my mouth, and slowly suck the length of him (almost) up and down, getting him slick and wet and hard. I tease that spot, the back of the head where it meets the vein, with my tongue, before sliding his shaft into my mouth as deeply as  I can and swirling my tongue around it. I hear him moan.
He’s sitting on the edge of the the bed and I’m sucking, licking, tasting him, my hand around the base of his cock and my lips and tongue moving more and more rapidly up and down his shaft, tasting every single ridge and vein, making him throb in my mouth.

I build up speed and take him further into my mouth as I relax my throat, and finally his cock hits the back of my throat, sublime; I love that moment, when I’m in the zone and totally into it and can get him as deep as I can. I suck faster, wanting his cock to hit that spot again and again…until he starts moving his hips urgently. I don’t want him to come yet, so I hold him in my mouth for a bit, stroking him with my tongue, feeling him throb and hearing his breathing calm.

I stop sucking briefly to look at and lick his beautiful curved cock. I run my lips up and down his raging hardness before licking him in looong strokes, from base to tip, and swirl my tongue around his glistening head. That curve. That length. I smile as I lick him, recalling all the joy it’s given me. I look up at him and he’s watching me,
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “and so bad.”

His cock starts to twitch and just as I take him in my mouth again I slip my and under him and slip two fingers into his ass. Not too deep, just enough to blow his mind. I feel him tighten, but I wiggle my fingers slightly and keep sucking hard and fast, hoping he won’t remove my hand. He doesn’t.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and starts shoving into me slightly, getting deeper into my throat, grunting with urgency his explosion building and building until I think I might just choke on him but I just think “open” and my throat muscles release and he’s able to fuck my mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby, suck it, take it, eat it…” he whispers.

I moan, feeling arousal in my pussy from watching his gorgeous cock batter me and I moan softly around the mouthful of cock.

His cock gives a violent twitch and he grunts, and groans as he explodes inside my mouth, his cum down my throat and running out the side of my mouth and down onto my chest.

He slips out of my mouth and back onto the bed, breathing hard, and pulls me up onto the bed next to him. He touches my face.

“Did you just deep-throat me?”

“Almost.”

“Oh my god,” he whispers, and dozes off.

I curl up next to him, plotting how to fuck him next. Our time together is almost over and there’s not a moment to waste.

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The Grind

Loud ringing startles me awake. Terminator is next to me, his arm loosely around my waist. I realize the ringing is coming from my phone on the night table on my side of the bed. I reach over and grab it

“Hello.” My voice is a groggy croak.

“You’re still asleep? My ex-husband. Father of my son.


“What is it?” I ask, trying to sit up.


“Do you know what time it is? he demands, all judgy. He wants to over details of bringing our son home the next day, and we settle things and hang up.


I look out the window. Sunrise? Sunset? Who knew? I’m on Planet Cock where there’s only one kind of time. Fuck Standard Time. Don’t pester me with stupid earthly concepts.


So thirsty. My throat feels like sandpaper. I reach for the bottle of water on the table and chug down almost half of the large bottle. Seduction requires wine; sex requires water.


I turn to look at Terminator and he’s lying there watching me like a tiger about to pounce. The look in his eye is unmistakable.


“Oh my GOD,” I whisper. “Seriously?

“I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy,” he smiles. “I love the way she grabs and squeezes, no matter how hard I pound her.” He slides on top of me and in between my legs, and pops a nipple in his mouth. The head of his gorgeous cock is pressed against my pussy, like barbarians at the gate, waiting to invade and ravage.

“I think you destroyed my pussy,” I say. I feel her responding to his soft sucking and biting of my nipples. She’s waking up, twitching, getting hungry again. The slut. “I don’t think I can –” He bites and pulls my nipple hard, sending a flood of heat and desire all through me. No matter how tired, distracted or angry I am, my nipples get my body, my pussy humming. They’re like the ignition in a car.


“Mmmmmmmm.” I moan. He does it again, sucking and pulling on both my nipples until I’m rubbing my pussy against him, making him twitch and moan. I feel him get stiffer and harder against me.


He kisses his way up to my neck, sucking me and biting me there, and then back down to my nipples, biting and tugging until I’m slick and humping against his cock, trying to get him inside me. My knees are at his waist, I’m humping him like a horny dog, but still he won’t slide into me. His hard, slick cock feels glorious against me, and my clit is starting to come out and investigate.


“Give it to me, fuck me please,” I whisper I need his cock inside me.

“I thought you were done,” he teases. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pressing against my slit hard. Bastard. I could feel him shaking with the strain of keeping out of my pussy.

I spread my knees high and wide, and pushed my clit and slit against him hard.


“Baby fuck me, please.”


“You horny bitch,” he whispered. SLAM. I screamed at the impact. Oh yes.

He started pounding me immediately, taking my breath away with the force of his stroke. He was going so deep my pussy was seizing around him, grabbing him up to his balls. Give it to me, kill me, destroy me. He pounded the air out of my lungs. My pussy was loving every inch, every stroke.

“I’m not your baby,” he breathed. Slam-slam-slam-slam, oh god, yes.

“I’m your Master,” he hisses, his balls slamming against me. god yes, yes yes
“Do you hear me, pussy?” He grabs my legs and holds them up on either side, thighs up, putting my pussy front and center, easier to pound with a vengeance.

“Yes,” dontstopdontstopdontstop


“Say it.” slamslamslamslamslam I love the way his balls hit me

“You’re my Master.” I’m panting. I can barely breathe he’s fucking me so hard that I can’t catch my breath.

“Don’t forget it,” he says.

The sight of his massive cock pounding my swollen pussy makes me start ejaculating,gushing fluid.

I feel a twitch deep inside my pussy right before I ejaculate. There’s a spot he’s hitting that stimulates the fluid. It feels delicious, so deep inside, and I push back harder against his thrusts. chasing that stroke, that twitch that starts deep inside and clenches his cock and explodes in fluid.

Oh yes, I push harder — I think I hear him growling – his hand is around my neck, but I don’t care, his cock is hitting the spot, YES, and I grab his ass to keep his cock all the way inside me and I thrust and pump and griiiiind and against his massive cock stroking that spot deep inside my hot pussy.


yesyesyesyesyesyesOHGODyesyesyesyes 


I know I’m gushing and gushing and I pump and pump and pump until I come and come and come in fantastic waves of release. I feel him convulsing inside me, growling like a bear, his cock twitching hard, and he pumps deep his hand on my throat until he collapses on top of me.


We lie tangled and panting, wet and spent. After a few minutes, we look at each other and burst out laughing.

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