GIRL WITH A DIRTY MIND

Filthy texts and far too many kinky thoughts stole my afternoon concentration at work. I sped through red lights in desperation to get home for my promised lick. Seconds after I walked through the door, he threw me against the wall. “Where the hell have you been?I’ve been so hard waiting for you.”

My knees quivered, and my legs spread wide to let his hand sink between my damp thighs. My hand brushed over the bumpy contours of his six pack, and I twirled his chest hair round and round my finger. Burning lust drizzled through my huge pupils that stared at him with an open mouth My favourite sex toy is alive and ready to fire. Should I play it cool and fuck him here, or make him wait I considered. A long pause awaited our uncontrolled desire to  pounce. “You want me to take them off? Beg me?” I whispered pawing at his dick.

“I realise I’m poker,” Steve sighed, “but I’m not gonna beg.” His stare stole my breaths like a heart attack, and his incredible self-control turned me easy. The incredible feeling of wetness rubbing through his trousers from my naughty hands stroking him forced his eyes closed and an ecstatic moan to roll off his tongue. The rush of blood to my clit and soft whimpers beside my ear almost forced me to hold my breath and cum.

I selfishly forgot about his pleasure for a second drowning in my own until a loud groan pulled me back into the room. My trembling hands sunk into his hard flesh to feel his throbbing length soaking with pre-cum. “You’re such a naughty girl. I told you not to do that,” he managed to explain before throwing his head back in ecstasy.

“You almost made me cum,” I confessed. Steve pressed his lips against mine, and only the sound of our passionate moans infused our bodies into one. Sandalwood, lemon, and vanilla swept off his naked chest into my nostrils drawing out my animalistic side that clawed at his back feverishly.

He fucked between my dovetailed fingers harder than he fucks my pussy, but I ignored his desperation, which echoed through my ears. “Do I have to beg? Look what you do to me?”

Then he gave me a persuasive kiss that forced my pussy to convulse.  I pulled his boxers off faster than lightening, and his hardness pressed against my naked thigh underneath my summer skirt only several inches from my glistening hole. God, did I want to suck him in with my powerful pussy.

We switched positions, and I my body dropped until it came face to face with his six inches of thick meat. It glistened with pre-cum, and the mere sight got me salivating for a taste.

Saltiness coated my now very thirsty throat, and he watched my large lips curling over his tip sucking him to ecstasy. His legs quivered more than mine do before my orgasm, yet he moaned feeling each of my wet kisses, stiff masturbation strokes into my mouth, or ardent licks to his swollen balls.

The image of my lips stuck firmly around his tip, and my warm saliva giving it a home to match my pussy enlarged his pupils through his dark chocolate eyes. Occasionally, he slipped out of my mouth, but I pushed his throbbing length back in and worked him into an orgasmic frenzy with my tongue, fingers, and blow job lips. The sun shining through the window of the door caught his length dripping with my saliva and his pre-cum.

Steve’s ecstatic moans said it all; he wanted release, and now. “I  can’t take it any longer, Nic. I feel like my legs are going to drop off.”

“Stop trying to bullshit me. What about those mornings you wake me up with your head between my legs, and I’m begging for you to suck my clit. You make me wait. I love and hate that, I’m only reciprocating with this teasing.”

In a sudden outburst, his strong arms pushed my face away from his dick, and he attacked me bending me over the strong leather chair. My nose pressed against the firm fibres, and the intoxicating smell drifted into my pores making me breath in the sexual air.

Seconds later, his thick dick entered me slowly. I curled my face in ecstasy, and then the howling moans started when he gripped hold of my fleshy ass and pounded me harder. “You’re getting it hard,” he told me.

“Is that the hardest you can fuck me,” I asked, my voice high and low and completely dry.

My words pulled out his energy and filled his cock with virility. He quivered behind me struggling to handle my forte. Our bodies fucked out of sync, and his sweaty palms tried hard to hold onto the flesh of my buttocks, but I gradually drifted forward, and his satisfying thickness slipped out of my slickness.

“Why can’t you keep the hell still?” Steve said in frustration.

“You’re the one who can’t keep up,” I joked. “How the fuck do I get an ass workout without reciprocating those glorious deep thrusts?”

“Fuck me, your words drive a sexual sword through my dick. Move backwards and give me your ass.”

The easy access to my bare bottom and my unique pussy dribbling all over the sofa, my skirt, his dick, and my juices now dry on his fingers hypnotised him to want nothing else. He teased me by running his hard shaft over the inside of my sticky thighs filled with my cum. The second he brushed it over my pussy, I sucked him in like an irate gust of wind.

I moved my ass back slowly so as not to allow him to slip out again, and Steve shallowly penetrated me teasing his head around the sensitive nerve endings of my labia.

“Get that whole length inside me and fuck me now,” I insisted with a hint of aggression like I often talked when I wanted something badly. My juices pressing against his length giving him a slippery sensation made him more eager to satisfy me. During my moody periods, a quick brush of his hand drifting through my hair, or a cheeky grope of my ass always turned my mind to putty and got my pussy deliciously wet.

“You not like my gentle teasing around your suckable lips aye?”

“I’m wrestle you to the floor if you don’t fuck me soon. How would you like the chains to come out? You want sore wrists for a week again?”

His thickness pushing into each deep crevice of my pussy made me stop silent for a moment. My tight pussy suddenly loosened, and my energetic ass thrust him in return. Droplets of sweat interfered with his strong grip on my ass, and I slipped away again.

“Why are you such a hot fuck? I told you to keep still.”

Now his dick slipped in for a wonderful second, then he teased his wet tip over my clit, and I shrieked with pleasure. I gulped to draw some saliva to my throat, and smiled in wonderment at the thought of a mouthful of his cum curing my sudden drought.

I spoke in a deep husky tone, the side Steve loved to hear. “You fuck me now, and I’ll give you a suck to remember.”

“Be patient, sexy,” he joked, no doubt his face drifting into an expression to take the piss out of my impatience.

I realised nothing I said would help my craving for dick. “Don’t take the piss. Do you want to cause my rage, or fuck me into a calm mood?”

Steve wanted to play with my emotions. “I do enjoy hearing you stressed, so I think I’ll test how far you can go.”

I immediately stepped to the side and lifted myself off the couch to stand. “I’m in no mood for games. You seduce me with dirty texts all day, and now you’re not willing to satisfy my dripping pussy. Either you’ve turned gay, or you just find this situation funny. Get the fuck out why don’t you, and I’ll fuck myself with my nine inch dildo.”

Steve’s eyebrows rose high displaying the embedded lines on his forehead. “What’s rattled your cage, Nic. I’m joking. Can’t you take a joke,” he asked, now obviously desperate to reassure me.

“Give me what I want,” I calmed my tone, and a deep exhalation ridded my growing anxiousness. “Don’t you want this ass?” I rubbed it with my right hand, gripping it harder than he held onto it during our fuck.

“What do you want?” he joked fucking with my already stressed out mind.

“Now you’re taking the piss again. I want you to pound me hard. Make me quake like a building volcano, and then I want to spray my volcanic juices all over my dick so you smell of pussy. Then I want to lick up my juices, and give you head to remember.”

“Very tempting, but you’re not getting it that easy.”

I leaned over the sofa again expecting his fulfilling dick to enter me. Anger built inside me and I snapped. “Stop taking the fucking piss. Don’t try to deny you don’t want to pound my dripping hole. I know you’re desperate to make me cum.”

This is just one third of the story. If you have time please do leave me any feedback.