X Marks the Spot

He watches her methodically undress in the dimly lit hotel room while he stands at the head of the bed. His shoulders are rigid and his back is erect. His rangy limbs are squarely planted on ten and two of his body.

She reaches behind her own back and unzips her long floral dress. The dress slips from her shoulders and allows it to glide to the floor. The silk pools around her feet before she sneaks a glance over her shoulder to see if his attention has been obtained. His eyes are fixed in her direction but his face is unmoved.

She returns to undressing by side-stepping from the middle of the floral fabric around her ankles, her stiletto heel briefly getting snagged in the mess. Her full, natural breasts hang like pumelos on her chest.

When she turns to look at her prospective lover again, his back has relaxed and his nimble fingers have gone to work on unzipping his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.

She turns away again to smile before sensually bending over to collect her dress from the floor. Her round behind separates ever so slightly, allowing him to see a flirtatious wink from her inner thighs.

Her heels subtly click across the floor adding to the soundtrack of scarce traffic flashing past their hotel window. A train horn sounds off in the distance. With her dress now neatly draped across the back of the rickety office chair, she’s ready to follow his remaining instructions.

Her heels click-clack to the hotel dormitory’s entrance. She uses the extra locks to secure the doorway. She looks over to him again. His button-down shirt and slacks are halved over his folded arms. The pair is separated by the bed and his tight, white boxer briefs.

She reassures him by crawling across the bed to him and taking his clothes from his arms.

“Come,” she says seductively.

She leaves his clothes on the bedside table and leans back on the bed. Her long, lean legs spread on each side. He leans over her, his lips stiffly pressing against hers. She uses her tongue to part his lips, his jaw goes slack then their lips engage in a game of cat and mouse.

Using her stilettos as leverage, she digs them into the bed, squeezes her thighs around his waist, then inches him and herself further onto the bed. She digs her teeth into his bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

He winces a bit before striking his hand against her throat to give a gentle but stern reminder of their arrangement. Her vagina tightens with anticipation for what’s to come.

He bites her bottom lip in return, then her chin and along her jawline. Her heart skips a beat when he moves down the side of her neck, a small distance beneath her ear. His bites burn with pleasure. Her soft moans feed his flame. Her hands travel the length of his back, her ankles are now crossed delicately around his waist.

She can feel his bulge against her. Her moans plead for him to silence the aching in her most private part, her deepest secret. She uses her fingers to tickle the band of his briefs, his hands catch her wrists then pin them over her head.

Her hips gyrate on his bulge to continue beckoning his phallus, but he continues to take his time.

Coming soon…

photo credit: stefan kuhn

Car Treats

“This is ridiculous,” I sighed. “One of us needs to get an apartment immediately.” He also let out a sigh as we sat on the pier and stared at the city skyline.

“Well, I just got a new job. We’ll have an apartment by July,” he replied. I started to stroke his cheek. His muscular jaw line is so sexy to me. He also has extremely thick lips and every time I look at them I’m forced to contemplate which feels better, his thick and long cock or his wet and slimy tongue. I could ride them both for hours. The more I stared at him the more my pussy dripped.

“Let me taste you,” I demanded. He smiled in return and eagerly unzipped his pants. “We should probably get a room,” I began to chuckle as I wrapped my hands around his dick. He’s so tasty. First I gave his work of art soft kisses on its head. Then French kisses that gradually became deep inhales and slurps. His dick is so big that I had to use my hands to jerk while I attempted to swallow ten inches.

My mouth continued to water as I gobbled him down and his moans turned me on even more. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back for a better view of me smacking his dick against my swollen lips and tongue. More French kisses and more gagging caused my hips to buck. My pussy was streaming at this point. He tried to get his hands into my romper to play with my sticky kitty.

“Don’t touch it,” I panted through slurps and sucks. “No pussy for you.” I then started to lick on his balls. I put them both in my mouth while I jerked him off more. My face was covered in pre-cum and spit, my nipples were hard, and I could no longer contain myself. I ripped open the top of my one piece and leaned back in the seat. I put one leg in his lap and the other on the dashboard. He watched in awe as I rubbed my breasts with one hand and continued to stroke his dick.

“Damn,” he groaned. “I’ve never experienced this before.”

“Really?” I laughed, “I’ve never done this for anyone before. I guess you turn me out.” He squeezed my inner thigh and kissed my nipples while I played with my clit. My pussy glistened under the street light while I stared into his bedroom eyes. He’s such a freak. I love that about him among other things…

I continued to rub my clit and jerk his dick until I started to cream all over the driver’s seat. I sat with my legs apart with on hand on my pussy and the other still giving my man a hand job while I caught my breath. He pulled my hand to his face to lick my fingers but I snatched my hand back and beat him to it.

“I know what you like,” I giggled, “and you can’t have it until you get our apartment. Put your dick away, no nut for you,” I teased.