GIRL WITH A DIRTY MIND

Michael and Heather stepped in from the chilly air and into the warmth of her apartment. She brushed her fingers over his chest, scalp, and crotch in an effort to seduce him, but he refused to touch her intimately.

After a tiring night of her constant knawing at his mouth, he stripped off his boxers, and she crept into the soft duvet wearing only silky red underwear. “Come and nestle in here sexy,” insisted Michael. “It’s a warm home for your head.”

“I want to make love,” grumbled Heather, “But you treat me like a slimy goblin because it’s that time of the month.”

“I’m sorry hun, you know I’m a clean freak, and these boxers are fifty bucks a pair.”

“I’m not fucking your white boxers though.”

“You’ll be back to normal in a couple of days, I’ll make love to you then.”

He’s turning into such a bore. Maybe I’ll never get the chance to give his tongue a blood bath, but I’m fucking horny during this cycle and he doesn’t seem to care.

Usually, their sex life was amazing and diverse. They had not only fucked in more ways than the Kama Sutra but also shared fantasies and carried them into real life. “Wanna tell me the latest fantasy you rub about?” asked a curious Michael as his rough hands caressed her cheek.

“I don’t think it will be up your street, Mike. It’s messier than blood play.”

He laughed. “Sure, I’ll try anything as long as it doesn’t involve menstrual blood.”

“Well for once it doesn’t involve sex.”

“No sex? I’m intrigued, do spill?” he asked, his hand now diverting to the soft flesh of her buttocks.

“Blindfold me, tie up my hands, and pour vanilla essence over my semi-naked body. You then dive onto my body and rub against me?”

He gripped her hair and their eyes locked like a magnet. “It sounds horny, but have you already bought some essence?”

Heather curled her lip and grinned, “Well not exactly. I thought you could have a couple of unflavored coffees this week.”

“You’re kidding,” gasped a shocked Mike. “It’s twenty bucks a bottle.”

“Forget it then,” she mumbled, her face returning to his soft spongy chest. “Well use whipped cream instead, turn me into a sticky mess.”

“Look at me,” he insisted. “I want to talk about this.”

“Yeah but I don’t want another argument. Why do you have to be uptight about everything I mention?”

“Don’t be like that babe,” he added placing a tender kiss on her forehead, “I want to hear more about this fantasy.”

“Yeah but you don’t want to surrender your vanilla essence,” she grunted, her face falling exactly the same way as her tone, “And it’s not the same with whipped cream.”

“Sure I do, you can do what you want with it. Describe your fantasy. I want to get rock hard thinking about it as your voice gets deeper and seductive.”

“Okay, well listen carefully,” she said firmly in a louder tone than usual, twisting his chest hair into little knots that mimicked afro curls. “My moans grow louder as it’s a delight to feel your body against mine, our sight stolen by a blindfold. I desperately search for your warm breath and soft lips, but it’s a failed mission. You blow on my face, the tension making my vagina drool, perspiration melting the vanilla essence and our noses brush together. The urge to kiss you is so strong and alive; all the problems of the world dissolve.

“Oh baby you’re getting me so hard.”

She continued, “Our tingly bodies cause warm sexual friction and, through the heat, impatience, and foxy moves, we climax together.

“You have a way with words, Heather,” he confessed, a slight tremble hitting his body.

“You’re rock hard,” Heather cited with a slight chuckle.

He pushed her away and jumped on top of her, shielding the bright light. “You’re such an easy turn on.”

Their lips melted together in sync as he forgot her last comment but then pulled away. “I’m not an easy target. Only with certain girls do I get insanely horny. With you, let’s just say you have the magic potion to cure this aching rock.”

She wrapped her legs around his tight ass, his dick burning a hole through her silky thong. “This was a bad mistake, stick it in, I’m desperate to feel your fat head pumping my g-spot.”

“Stop teasing me you filthy minded nymph. I’ll be back in a second with the vanilla essence.

He crept from her sight and she pulled the covers over her body. He turned off the lights, and the shimmer of the moonlight painted a picture of the spider plant on the ceiling. Seconds later, he pulled back the covers, and tied her eyes and hands with the long belt from her fluffy purple dressing gown.

Goose bumps kept her on red alert, and her blood mixed with creamy vaginal juices and left a damp patch in her favorite panties.

Cold liquid hit her nipples, trickling down the sides and onto the white cotton sheets. “God, this feels horny,” she exclaimed biting her lower lip.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” promised Michael. “Now what else is in your goody drawer? Just as I expected, condoms, vibrators, lube, chocolate body paint. There’s even lipstick in here.”

“That’s not a lipstick,” she teased. “Open it up and see.”

As he turned it to twist off the top, it hummed and he wept with laugher. “Portable vibrators. And when was the last time you rubbed the stick over yourself thinking bout me?” asked Mike teasing it over her wet knickers.

She paused for a second, her thoughts stolen by the sudden pleasure awakening the urge for a deep fuck.

“I don’t even remember my name let alone when I last used that vibrator. Now get on top of me and rub it into your chest,” she begged, her breaths echoing the room and growing shallower.

“I’m teasing,” joked Mike. “Besides I’m sure you’d love to hear how my dick is throbbing in desperation to penetrate you.”

“The only way to get through your blood phobia is to enter me now,” she screamed. “Go on, fuck me.”

His dick ached and throbbed against her barely covered clit. “Shhhh, you don’t want the neighbors to complain do you?” She groaned hard and gripped his ass with her strong thighs. “Forcing my rock into your river is no option sexy girl.” Her warm breath pulled him in and they embraced passionately, her hands gripping the sheets beneath, his hands pawing over her face and pert breasts.

“Oh Mike, I can’t get enough of you.”

Rubbing against the silky oil melting into his hairs, he pulled off her blindfold and surrendered to her dominant lips screaming his name. “Hey sexy sailor. How about now you untie my hands?”

“I wanted to stare into your eyes and share my pain with you.”

She hinted, “Hey baby, I think we’re both in pain until you fuck me.”

He held her close. Hearing those dirty words sent new blood to his penis, making it ache for her silky satin.

“I can’t, it’ll be over in seconds. I’m almost at the peak right now.”

They kissed, her tongue probing his mouth, mimicking the real fuck she desired. “I give in,” a weary Mike whispered before reaching down to push her sodden panties to the side, and his granite cock slipped into her peachy center.

Heather let out a huge sigh and grinned, “This feels good. Is it warm and silky down there?”

“Oh fuck yeah. You’re silkier than oil.” He slipped in and out of her squidgy delight, their skin slapping together. She returned his thrusts, which stopped his dick from slipping out of her sopping wet hole. Occasionally, he pulled out and rubbed it over her clit before sinking it in again and pounding her harder.

Their wet lips smacked together in sync, and he held onto her as if she was precious gold dust before his full body trembled and he fucked her harder and faster than a sprinter running the 100m gold. “That’s it Mike, fuck me harder, I’m close.”

“Holy shit, I’m coming baby.” Electrical pulses shot up and down his spine and into his cock; his cum spewing like a volcano, and she gripped his ass tight, her body rocking and pulsing with ecstasy.

Mike looked down at his dick laced with blood and creamy cum. Heather laughed, “Was it worth it?”

“Doesn’t scare me, boy am I a pussy.”

“And would a pussy enjoy a blood bath right now.”

He pulled his face and shrieked, “Not even if it tasted like strawberries would my nose rub against the part of you I normally love.”

“Sure, but you’re one in a million satisfying your girl who is desperate for sex at her most horniest.” She threw her blood soaked panties onto the floor, infuriating Mike who jumped off the bed and immediately picked them up. “Show a little respect. I’m washing my dick, maybe you should do the same down there?” he nodded.

“Nah, the scent of me will draw you to my flame in several hours anyway, I know how you guys work.”

“Yeah and it’d take foreplay and enough dirty words to melt me into submission again.”

“Well there’s tons of vanilla essence left, maybe I’ll surprise you.”

Mike winked at her from across the room, and she fell onto her right with a satisfied smile on her face at the thought of seconds.