3 comments/ 38845 views/ 1 favorites Becky and Sam By: Christina Samuels Earlier this summer, my coworker Rachel and her husband Jeff went on a five day cruise and put me in charge of feeding their tropical fish. It wasn't the first time I'd taken care of their little school, but it was the first time that my pay was more than just . . . ************************* To further set the stage, the morning Rachel and Jeff left for vacation, I got an email from my protege that read: "In the top, left-hand drawer of my dresser is a videotape Becky loaned me. I think you might like it. When you have an hour or two, pop it in. Check it out." To say that my curiosity was peaked would be an understatement. Fortunately for me, Aaron would not be getting home until sometime after eight, which meant I could hold my private viewing as soon as I got off work . . . ************************* When I got to Rachel's apartment, I wasted little time feeding the tiny shark-wannabes, and even less time retrieving the tape and sliding it into the VCR. With that done, I checked my watch to make sure I would have enough time to watch it through, kicked off my shoes, curled up on the couch, and pressed the play button. The scene faded in from black and focused in on Becky's face. Her curly, blond hair cascaded over her shoulders: dried pearls of cum clinging here and there. Her cheeks glistened with sweat, and her blue eyes sparkled with a tired satisfaction. More dried cum coated her chin and neck. "Beck; you sure are beautiful." Sam said. "Thank you." she said softly. As the shot widened out, Becky's predicament became more evident. Her wrists were bound together; and her arms were stretched above her head: held there by a rope draped over the wooden beam that spanned the room. Her feet were held wide apart by a spreader bar, and the curves of her legs were accentuated by the high-heel sandals she wore. "Absolutely beautiful . . ." Although there was no denying that Becky was overweight – five foot six, just under one hundred ninety pounds – there was something very sexy about her. To begin with, her breasts were large, though nicely rounded . Her areolas were silver-dollar sized, and her nipples: long, and thick. The area around her pussy-lips was clean shaven; and the dense patch of womanly curls that covered her mound, echoed the golden color of her hair. Her waist and hips reflected the excess pounds she carried; but her legs attested to her efforts in shedding the weight. "How's that pretty ass of yours doing?" Sam asked. "A little warm" "Still? Mind if I give those rosy cheeks a close-up?" "Do I have a choice?" The camera angle swung around to offer a view of her crimson rear. It zoomed in on the thick butt-plug that filled her stretched asshole. Down to the rivulets of cum trailing from her pussy. Unexpectedly, the scene faded to black. When the next one came up, Becky was sitting, naked, in an easy chair. She spoke: "Hi Rachel. I thought you might like to see the, ahem, 'end' result of my latest walk on the wild side. Like usual, I lost track of how many times I came, but did enjoy the feeling of helplessness, even though I knew Sam would never do anything I didn't really want him to do. Best of all, when I asked my darling if he loved me enough to trade roles some time, he agreed. So sit back and enjoy the show as I take my sweety to new heights." Once more, the scene faded to black. When it brightened, Sam was the center of attention. "Okay, you." she said, in a most sultry voice, "Take off your clothes." Without saying a word, Sam leaned against the dresser, brought up his right foot, untied his shoe, removed it and his sock, then repeated with his left. "Now your shirt." she said. Obediently, he tugged his rust colored T from his jeans and pulled it over his head. "Now your jeans." Sam stared into the camera's lens as he unzipped, then opened his pants and pushed them from his hips. Slowly, they slid down his legs and puddled at his feet. "Now your thong." A smile crept across Sam's face. He hooked his thumbs in the thin waistband and sent them to the floor as well. Becky took the camera in hand, and let it roam over her lover's five foot nine, one hundred eighty pound body. She lingered on his chest and shoulders before widening the view to take in his strong arms. She dallied on his trim waist. Even longer on his gorgeous cock; its delicious ten inch length hanging limp. "Come here and lay down." she commanded. Sam walked to the side of the bed as Becky followed his every move. "On your back. Legs spread." "Your wish is my command." With her lover in position, Becky set the camera on a tripod, and entered the scene. As she had been all along, she was naked. With a wicked smile, she squatted, reached under the bed, and took out the "toys" she would be using and laid them on the bed. "Are you ready?" she asked. He nodded. Becky took the first ankle cuff and fastened it around Sam's right ankle. Next, she took the second cuff and fastened it around his left. Next, she fastened the spreader bar in place, holding his legs wide apart. "Halfway there." she said. "Okay." The next phase went equally as smooth. With Sam laying perfectly still, Becky carefully tied his wrists to opposite corners of the headboard, then sat back and admired her work. "Perfect!" she said with a giggle. As if on cue, Sam began to struggle valiantly. Becky watched as his thickening cock flopped from side to side, coming to rest on his right thigh. She smiled a wicked smile, then moved from the bed and took the camera in hand. "I hope you're ready for your closeups." she said, "Especially that gorgeous cock of yours." The camera moved slowly over Sam's restrained body. As he had done with her, she took great pains in documenting his predicament. First, she focused on his face; then up, to his outstretched arms. She lingered, then shifted her focus: downward to his chest then stomach. She lingered once more, before moving on to his growing cock. Down to his shackled feet. "That should do it. For now." Becky returned the camera to the tripod, then walked seductively back to the bed. She crawled alongside him and stretched out. Her fingertips drew circles on his chest. She leaned forward and traced the curve of his jaw with her tongue. Hot kisses burned a trail across his throat. "I've waited a long time for this." she whispered, "Your body belongs to me now. Before I'm through, that beautiful cock of yours will be crying 'No more! Please! Please let me cum!'." Her fingers circled his cock and began a well-practiced masturbation. In no time, he began to grow hard. She giggled her delight and released her grip. More hot kisses; this time covering his chest. She teased his balls with a feathery touch. His cock was straining. She gave the camera a knowing wink, then leaned down and placed one light kiss on the head of his cock. She dragged her tongue down his full length. "Don't go anywhere." she whispered, "I'll be right back." Becky got off the bed and walked in the same seductive way, out of the camera's view. A moment later she returned and sat back down. She looked into the camera and smiled, then turned her attention back to her love. With her left hand she lifted his cock. With her right, she displayed a cock-ring. Skillfully she slipped it over him and fitted it in place. Almost instantly, his cock began to grow painfully hard. Once more she moved from the bed and took the camera in hand. "Time for more closeups." she giggled. Unlike before, this time she immediately focused-in on his straining cock. With cinematic excellence, she left no angle un-shot. Slowly, she widened-out, then focused in on Sam's blushing face. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Does it embarrass you to have me lavish so much attention on that gorgeous cock of yours?" "A little." Becky returned the camera to the tripod, then strutted back to the bed. She lay down with her head resting on Sam's thigh. She flattened her tongue against his shaft and dragged it along his full length. Another giggle. She looked into the camera and winked, then wet one finger and circled the head of his cock. A wicked grin, followed by a dozen or more hot kisses and warm licks to his balls. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're about ready to cum." she said. Sam did not; perhaps could not, reply. Becky teased his cock with the tip of her tongue, tracing the base of its crown. "Your cock is so hot!" "Please Becky." Sam began to beg, "I can't take this anymore." "You sure?" she asked, as she gracefully straddled his chest. Slowly, she leaned forward so that her breasts brushed his lips. "Kiss my nipples. Lick them." As he had obviously done so many times before, Sam alternated between gentle kisses and light licks, quickly turning Becky's sensitive flesh hard. "Mmmmm. Yes. That feels so good." He continued on his mission. Becky continued her encouragement. Suddenly, without warning, she shifted her position and lowered herself onto Sam's throbbing cock. "You feel so good inside me." she whispered, "I could stay like this forever." Sam raised his hips in a vain attempt to fuck his beloved. She shifted once more, pinning his thighs with her feet. A hot, wet, probing kiss diverted his attention. "No fucking." she said, "I want to enjoy having you inside me. Still." Becky leaned all the way forward, molding her body to Sam's. She kissed, licked and nibbled his earlobe. "I want you to eat my pussy." she whispered, "I want you to make me cum. Again. And again. And again." Sam strained to reach Becky's lips. She giggled, then stole a quick kiss of her own, before sliding herself off his cock, inching forward, and lowering her pussy to him. Eagerly, he licked and sucked on her pussy lips. His ministrations elicited a soft moan. He continued to lick . . . suck . . . tease. Becky drew a slow breath, and shuttered. Sam continued his loving assault. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmmmmm." The soft sounds that escaped Becky's throat told the story of her pleasure. Once again she eased herself down his full length and molded her body to his. "Please Becky." he whispered, "Fuck me. Let me, fuck you." "Not yet." she whispered back, "Not yet." With their bodies joined: melting together, she began to grind her pubes against his. Her motion was slow; almost imperceptible. She was in control of her own pleasure. His too. Unexpectedly, she moved off his cock and left their bed. "Beck?" No answer. A moment later she returned. Her mouth engulfed his cock. This time it was Sam who drew a quick breath. She took his full length deep in her throat. Slowly, she began to bob up and down on his cock. Her tongue swirled over him. A moment later she released his member, clenched the ice cube she'd had in her mouth between her teeth and ran it over his throbbing cock. The last remnants melted quickly. "Please Becky! Oh god! No more!" "Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked. "Yes! Please!" In one swift motion, Becky impaled herself on his cock and began humping him wildly. As if sensing his impending orgasm, she abruptly stopped her ride. "Oh god!!!" he cried, "Please Becky! Let me cum!" She resumed her fast ride; abruptly stopping again. Again. Again. "Please Beck!" Once more she dismounted her love. This time, she released the cock ring from around his shaft, and began to treat him to her best hand job ever. On the fifth stroke, he came. The first jet of cum struck his right cheek. The second: his chin. Becky quickly took him in her mouth. Spasm after spasm delivered his cum, which she eagerly swallowed . . . ************************* Becky lay next to her lover for a long while, tracing small circles on his chest. She watched as his cock slowly came back to life. "Are you ready to go again?" she asked. "Untie me and let's find out." As quickly as she could, Becky freed her lover. As soon as she released the last cuff, he grabbed her, rolled her on her back, pinned her knees to her shoulders, and entered her. They shared a long, deep kiss. Sam raised his hips, then drove them home. Again. And again. His pace quickened. He began fucking her like there was no tomorrow. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." With each stroke, Becky moaned her pleasure. Sam continued to fuck her hard and fast. "Yes. Yes. Yessss!" she hissed. Suddenly, Sam moved from her. "On your knees. Cheek against the bed." Becky quickly got on her knees. Sam moved behind her and entered her in one smooth motion, then placed his hands on her shoulders, holding her down. Becky hooked her heels around Sam's thighs pulling him deeper in. Slowly, gently he began to fuck her. "You feel so tight." he whispered. "Mmmmmmmmm." The soft sound that escaped Becky's lips seemed to encourage her lover. He began to pick-up his pace, fucking her with long, smooth strokes. "Oooooo. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." With each thrust, Becky moaned her approval. I could only imagine how much longer he could hold out. The wait was a short one. "Beck! I'm going to cum!" he announced. "Ughhhhh!" she cried. Sam pulled from her. As he did, the first stream of cum shot down the middle of her back. The next; and the next followed in turn . . . ************************* As that final scene faded to black, I switched off the tape, laid back on the couch, lifted my hips and shed my panties. With my skirt bunched around my waist, I let my fingers work their magic . . . Becky and Sam: The Beginning When Becky found out about (and read) my account of her and Sam's erotic adventure, she asked me if I would be interested in writing about the events which lead up to her starring role. Since one of my greatest turn-ons is listening to my girlfriends tell me all the delicious details of their sensual exploits, I immediately agreed. I hope the following turns you on as much as it did me and my dear husband, Aaron. * * * * * * * * * * * "Okay Becky." Sam said, "Strip." The flatness of his tone sent a chill down her spine. "Now!" Becky seductively wet her lips and smiled. Casually she opened the buttons of her dark-blue, silk blouse; then pulled it back to expose the powder blue lace bra that supported and accentuated her full breasts. His face: expressionless, Sam nodded his approval. "Leave the blouse on. Take off your skirt." With the same casualness as before, Becky opened the button on her white, pencil-skirt, then tugged down the zipper. With a little encouragement, it slid down her long legs and puddled on the floor. "Panties next." Becky hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her high-cut, lace bikinis and guided them over her rounded hips, and downward. Sam rose from his chair and approached her. He opened the front closure of her bra and slid his hands inside: freeing her breasts. With his thumbs, he traced the crowns of her areolas. His touch was light; almost featherlike. "You can still back out." he said. "I know." "Do you want to?" Becky shook her head. "If you'd have lost that last hand instead of me . . . No." "Then kneel down. I think you know what to do next." Becky squatted, then dropped to her knees. Sam unzipped his pants and allowed his long, thick cock to fall free. Becky extended her tongue and licked the tiny drop of pre-cum from the tip. She looked up and smiled, then dragged her tongue along his full length. His cock began to grow hard. Becky took him in her mouth and began to suck. "Ooo. Yeah! That's it Beck. Suck me. Suck my cock." Slowly, she began to bob up and down along his shaft. Her tongue swirled over him. Her teeth raked the sensitive skin. It was a game she knew well. One where the rules were constantly changing, as his cock grew to its full, ten inch length. One that she played to win. Sam placed his hands on Becky's shoulders to steady himself. She released his cock from her mouth and began to lick and suck his balls. Her technique was well rehearsed. She knew every sensitive spot, and just how much licking and sucking they could take. With wild abandon, she battered him with her tongue. "Ohhhhh. Yeah!" His breathing was growing ragged. Becky dragged her tongue along his shaft. Using only the tip, she followed the base of the crown. Another drop of pre-cum seeped from his cock. As before, she licked it clean. "Yeah. Yeah! That's it. Oh yeah!" he groaned. Becky knew he was nearing the edge. She knew how to keep him there. She also knew that the price of her tease could be paid back double, when the power to deny her orgasm was his. It was a price she did not wish to pay. Instinctively, she took him in her mouth and began bobbing up and down rapidly. Her lips encircled his shaft. Her tongue swirled over him. "Oh Beck. Suck me. Suck my cock! That's it. That's the way!" With each bob, she took him deeper down her throat. She had becum a woman possessed. Her desire to please was overpowering. The whole of her attention was focused on his cock. "Mmm. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah!" She released his cock from her mouth. It glistened from her loving attention. She looked into his eyes; smiled; then opened her mouth: inviting him back in. He accepted, and slid his cock past her waiting lips. She encircled him once more, as he began to fuck her mouth. She knew he could not last much longer, and prepared to swallow all he had to offer. To her surprise, just as his cock began to spasm, he pulled from her. The first spray of cum glanced her cheek and painted her hair. The second streamed across her forehead. The third, across her other cheek. The fourth painted more of her hair. The fifth, clung to her eyebrows; and trickled down. He was all but spent. With a mischievous grin, she reached out, wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and gently milked the last of his cum onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed. "Stand up and take off your blouse and bra." he said, "But keep your high-heels on." Becky stood, and reached to wipe away the still-warm remnants of his release. He grabbed her wrist. "What do you think you're doing?" he questioned. She froze. "I . . . was . . . just . . ." "No no. Leave it. I like the way you look with my cum on your face." Sam said, "Now. Your blouse? Your bra?" Becky hesitated a moment, then took off her remaining clothing. She stood, motionless. He studied her. Smiled. He liked what he saw. Although there was no denying, that at five foot six, just under one hundred ninety pounds, fifty-something-year-old Becky was overweight; but to Sam, she was still a very sexy woman. He loved the way her large, nicely rounded breasts swayed when he took her from behind. How easily her silver dollar-sized areolas responded to his touch. How quickly her nipples could grow long and thick. He was enthralled by the stark contrast between her clean shaven pussy lips and the thick patch of womanly curls that covered her mound and echoed the golden color of her hair. And her legs: testament to her efforts in shedding the pounds. "I think I liked it better when your pussy was completely naked." he said, "I should do something about that. But not today. Now. Shall we get started?" She nodded. He smiled, a lecherous smile, then ushered her down the hallway and into their bedroom. * * * * * * * * * * * "For the rest of the afternoon, your body belongs to me." Sam said, "It is mine to do with as I like. To tease. To please. You will have no say about what happens. And as we agreed, you will be tied to my liking the entire time. So. Are you ready?" "Yes." "You're sure?" "I'm sure." With a slight gesture of his hand, Sam guided his love beneath the hand hewn beam that divided the room. She stood, perfectly still, trying desperately to hide her uneasiness. With a twinge of quiet apprehension, she watched as he opened the small duffle bag that lay on the bed and took out a rather long length of soft, cotton rope. "Hold out your hands." he said, "Cross your wrists." Mindlessly, Becky did as she had been told. With skill and precision, Sam wrapped one end of the rope in a figure-eight, over and around her wrists; binding them gently, yet securely together. "Too tight?" he asked. "No." Sam gathered the free end, then tossed it up and over the beam. Caught it. Pulled: drawing her hands overhead. In one, quick motion, he secured it to the corner post of the bed. "Spread your feet. A little more than shoulder width." he said. Cautiously, Becky shifted her weight from side to side, widening her stance. "A little further. Further still. Perfect!" She watched as he rummaged through the duffle bag and took out a pair of ankle cuffs. "What are those for?" Sam smiled, then fastened the first cuff around her right ankle. "You'll see." he said, then fastened the second, around her left. Becky grew nervous. Sam reached under the bed and retrieved the spreader bar he had hidden there earlier, and hooked it between the cuffs. He stood, then added tension to the rope until her stiletto-like heels lifted from the floor. He eased back until they once more touched, then retied the rope. A not-so-gentle slap to her vulnerable ass caused Becky to loose her balance. The rope caught her. She steadied herself. Again, Sam rummaged through the bag. This time he took out a silk scarf. He grasped opposite corners, and fashioned a blindfold. He placed it over her eyes, then knotted the free ends. "Becky?" he whispered softly, "Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?" "Not in the last five minutes." Sam stepped behind her and ran his fingers lightly over her breasts. She jumped at the unanticipated touch. He kissed, then licked her sensitive underarm . Once more she jumped. "You're mine." he whispered, "To tease. To please." Another slap to her butt. Another. Her flesh quivered with each blow. A pale pink blush began to grow. Sam reached around with his left hand and caressed her plump middle. As before, she reacted to the unanticipated touch. His left hand drifted downward to her mons. He rubbed. She tried to escape the gentle pressure. To no avail. He grasped a tuft of her womanly curls and tugged. "Mmmuuuum." she moaned. His right hand roughly explored her breasts. He squeezed, kneaded her flesh. His thumb and fore-finger entrapped her left nipple. He rolled the thickening bud. A hot kiss burned her throat. All contact ceased. "Sam?" A moment. Two. Three passed. "Sam?!" His arms encircled her from behind. His thickening cock pressed into the cleft between her butt-cheeks. He held her tight. His naked body pressed against hers. Slowly, he began to masturbate against her ass. Gentle nibbles on her left ear. His tongue traced the curve of her jaw. "Would you like me to fuck your pussy?" he whispered softly. "Yes. Please." she choked-out. Another kiss on her throat. "Not yet." A final thrust against her ass. Then; as before; all contact ceased. She listened. The faint hum of a vibrator caught her attention. A hot breath on her pussy. The tip of the vibrator traced her outer lips. She braced for what was to cum. Two fingers penetrated her. Held her open. Almost imperceptibly, the vibrator circled her clit. "Ahhhhhh!" A kiss to her pussy brought an intense orgasm. She shuddered. Craved more. Sam's talented tongue began a gentle assault on her ultra-sensitive clit. It was almost more than she could stand. As she, did he; he knew her well, and instantly backed off. Once more, the vibrator traced her pussy lips. It danced across her mons. His probing tongue slid back the hood of her clit. "Uggghhh!" Her body was soaked with sweat. Her calves were burning. Her arms ached. A hungry tongue lapped her inner walls. She needed more. Instead, yet again, all contact ceased. She waited. Listened. The only sound she could here was the pounding of her own heart. "Sam?" A stinging blow to her vulnerable butt brought her back to the moment. Another. Another. Another. Another and another. Her fleshy cheeks quivered with each blow. They grew warm. Another. And another. And another. Warmer still. Another. Becky could feel her cum trailing down her inner thighs. She wanted nothing more than to feel Sam's cock slipping in and out of her pussy. Something cold touched her, 'backdoor'. She drew a quick breath as the tip of a butt plug pressed against her opening. An even quicker breath as it rapidly filled her completely. Once more, she was absent his touch. "Sam? Sam?!" A featherlike touch traced the crown of her areola. She jumped. The touch was withdrawn. Another sharp slap to her ass. Another. And another. The blindfold was removed. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the light. When they did, she could feel her face flush with embarrassment, as Sam picked up the video camera and began filming. She closed her eyes tightly; remembering the dried cum that clung to her hair and face. She opened them. Smiled weakly. Raised her eyebrows. Her tired satisfaction showed through. "Beck; you sure are beautiful." Sam said. "Thank you." she said softly. He widened the shot: taking-in her predicament. Involuntarily, she tried to bring her feet together. The spreader bar prevented her. She tried to lower her arms. "Absolutely beautiful . . ." A sudden sense of nakedness enveloped her. Modesty? "How's that pretty ass of yours doing?" Sam asked. "A little warm." "Still? Mind if I give those rosy cheeks a close-up?" "Do I have a choice?" "Not really." Sam circled her, then focused on her crimson butt. He zoomed in on the thick butt-plug that filled her stretched hole. Down to the rivulets of cum trailing from her pussy. He turned off the camera and set it on the dresser. He knelt in front of her and released the ankle cuffs. On wobbly legs, she walked her legs together. They ached. She teetered on her high-heeled sandals. Sam stepped in front of her and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply. Using one arm to steady her, he reached up and untied her wrists. Like the dead weights they were, her arms dropped to her sides. "I'm going to fuck you now." he whispered. Becky struggled to wrap her arms around him. "I was hoping you would." she said. "Lay down. On your back." he whispered. Expending the last of her energy, with Sam's assistance, Becky laid down on the bed and moved to its center. She lay passive, as he took hold of her ankles, then moved her legs up, and apart. The stretching was uncomfortable; but she did not protest. He knelt before her, and entered her quickly and easily. Leaned forward. The tightness and soreness in her legs grew. He spread her even more. She tried to bend her knees: but lacked the strength. He withdrew all but the head of his cock; then forcefully drove-in his full length. "Ahhh!" she cried. Once more he withdrew all but the head of his cock then forcefully drove-in. "Ahhhhhh!" Filled with lust: he began to take her hard and fast. With each thrust, her breasts bounced wildly. The intense stretching of her legs and hips somehow enhanced the wanton desires building deep in her pussy. She was tired. Every part of her body ached from the pleasures she'd received. Orgasm after orgasm drained her just that much more. Filled her, like never before. She tried to raise her arms to pull him close, but lacked the strength. A final thrust: buried deep. She could feel his cock spasm inside her. She closed her eyes and reveled in the moment. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of their passion. He released her from his grip. Her legs flopped like a rag doll's. He rolled her on her side and removed the butt plug. She was exhausted, but wanted more. Unfortunately, sleep beckoned. He cuddled her as she drifted off. The next round would simply have to wait. Becky and Steven She sat alone in her kitchen, the window letting a gently breeze in that tickled her exposed nipples. She smiled at her computer screen and smiled. The guy she'd been talked to for several days had sent her a message. He said to her, {Call me baby, I have something to tell you.} She grinned and picked up her cell to dial his number. A moment later he answered his phone with a put on British accent, attempting to imitate Alan Rickman, "Hello my love. How are you doing tonite?" She squirmed in her seat and moaned softly before saying, "I'm doing fine sweetie, what are you doing?" "Just sitting here wondering if you're not cold sitting around topless as you normally are. Oh, that reminds me, there's something I want you to see. Go out the front door of your house and look at the moon tonight." He said. She stood up and pulled a shirt on as she walked from her kitchen to the front door. "I've seen the moon every night of my life honey. Why is tonight any different?" she asked as she opened the door. She finds herself face-to-face with him for the first time and gasps. He says to her as he closes his cell phone, "Because my love, this time you spotted me before the moon." He reaches his arms out and wraps them around her, pulling her into him. He kisses her passionately. "You didn't think I was gonna miss a chance to come see you did you?" he asked her as they broke the kiss. She smiled at shook her head slightly, the kiss having left her slightly breathless. She nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing in his scent for the first time, drunk in the sense of it. She pulled away from his embrace, holding his hand in hers, and began pulling him into the house. She led him into the house closing the door behind them, and led him down the hallway into her room. He smiled and pushed her down on her bed. He pulled out his pocket knife and held her down whispering in her ear as he sliced the clothing from her body, "It's not a spoon, it's a knife it won't hurt as much my love." Still every word he said to her was coming out in a British accent. He tossed her ripped clothing aside and slide up beside her now naked body. He kissed her lips and moved to her neck, kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and down her collarbone. She moaned and arched her back clawing his back and running her fingers through his hair. He smiled to himself and decided to trail his tongue over her skin and down the slope of her breast. He kissed her breasts, and began sucking and nibbling her nipples. His hands began trailing all over her body, massaging her breasts with one hand, his other hand ran along her side and over her hips. His hand then ran across the top of her thigh and started slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh. She arched her back and moaned louder and before, this time nearly screaming, "Oh goddamnit just FUCK ME!!" He smiled and rolled over positioning himself between her knees. He positioned himself in the moist opening. She whined, moaned, and arched her body into him trying to move herself to make him push into her sooner than he wanted. He smiled down at her, looking into her eyes, as he slid himself into her tight opening. He moaned softly as he slid into her, "Holy shit love, I never imagined you would be so tight." They moaned together as he was buried deep within her tightness. He held her close, his manhood buried deep within her tightness, and kissed her before he began thrusting slowly within her. They moaned and groaned together as he began thrusting harder, deeper, and faster within her. She cries out as pleasure overwhelms her in the instant his manhood bursts forth deep within her. He rolled off of her, his manhood sliding out from within her, as he did. She rolled over and kissed him softly on his lips, saying, "I love you so much. I can't believe you just showed up." He smiled at her and kissed her back as they cuddled tightly against each other. He smiled and stood up, scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. As he started the shower so that they could wash the sweat and other remnants off of their bodies, she smiled and began running her hands up and down his back. He scooped her up in his arms once again and they climbed into the shower. He gently washed her body under his masculine hands, and then proceeded to wash her flowing blonde hair for her. She moaned under his every touch. They exited the shower, dried off, and laid down in her bed embracing each other.