3 comments/ 10342 views/ 7 favorites Beyond All Expectations By: mkhammer I sit on my stool at the bar, twirling my glass nervously as I wait. My heart is racing as I anticipate your arrival. I can't believe it's tonight. After weeks of chatting online and exchanging photos and videos, we've finally decided to meet in person. We chose a hotel between our two places, and we're meeting in the bar before our dinner reservation. I've been ready for a while, so I came to the bar a little early, deciding to have a drink beforehand to calm my nerves. I'm wearing a tight black pencil skirt that fits snugly around my hips and falls to just above my knees. My top is a deep purple sheer button up with a black lacy camisole underneath. Sexy but proper, as ever. My legs are covered in those black stockings I know you love, and I've got on my tallest black stilettos. I uncross and recross my legs, squirming a little in my stool. I've got a surprise for you, and I'm getting so turned on thinking about how you'll react to my little secret. As it has countless times since we began chatting, your words and videos replay over and over in my mind, making me so hot I can already feel myself dripping for you. I check my phone again for the thousandth time, always looking for a message from you. It's getting close to our reservation, so I know you'll be here any minute. Looking at my reflection in the phone screen, I do one final check of my lipstick. Red, just for you. Just as I put my phone down, I notice the bartender sliding another cosmopolitan my way. "I'm sorry, but I didn't order th--" Suddenly, your voice is in my ear, and I feel your hand at the small of my back. "Hey, sexy. You look like you could use another drink." My breath catches in my throat, and my heart is beating out of my chest. You sound even sexier in person. "Hi," I breathe. You're still standing behind me, now running your nose along my neck beneath my ear. You inhale deeply. "Fuck, baby. You smell so fucking good." I squirm slightly on my stool, completely turned on by the feeling of your breath on my skin and your voice in my ear. Keeping your hand on the small of my back, you finally slide in next to me and settle in at the bar. You scoot your stool as close to mine as you can, our legs touching as we sit close. "I was watching you for a few minutes before I came over," you say. "You were?" "Yeah. I just had to look at you for a bit. You look incredible. I can't believe we're finally doing this." "I know," I reply. "You're not so bad yourself, handsome," I say while looking into your eyes. I lick my lips and slowly pick up my drink for a sip, feeling your eyes roaming over my face and lingering on my lips. "I love the stockings, baby. Did you wear these for me?" you ask, putting your hand on my knee, very softly caressing my crossed legs. "Yes," I answer. "I know how much you like them." "Mmm, good girl," you breathe in my ear, grabbing my knee and pulling my legs apart, uncrossing them. "Got anything else under that sexy skirt for me?" "Yes," I breathe. I adjust my legs, opening them up a little for your hand. You're about to discover my surprise, and I'm practically panting in anticipation. The bar is dimly lit, and it's pretty crowded, but there's a chance someone might see, and the idea is incredibly erotic. "Let's see what you've got for me, baby," you say as you slowly begin to inch your hand up my skirt. "I fucking love these stockings..." Your eyes get wide, and your hand stops once you find my surprise. The clips at the top of my thigh highs give away my secret. "Fuck. You're wearing garters? That's so fucking sexy," you growl into my ear, inching your hand even higher up my thighs, stretching my skirt tighter against me. "Let's just see what else you've got under here for me." I simply stare into your eyes, breathing hard in anticipation of what you'll discover next. Another surprise for you. Your eyes widen as you feel my wetness against your fingers. I'm not wearing any panties--only my garter belt and stockings, and I'm already soaked for you. Suddenly, you pull your hand out of my skirt and throw cash down onto the bar. "Let's go," you growl. "But what about our table?" I ask, gathering my bag and standing up, smoothing my skirt over my legs. "Fuck the table," you say, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me through the bar and into the lobby, my stilettos clicking on the marble floor as I struggle to keep up with your long strides. We stop at the elevator, and you let go of my hand to press the button, breathing hard and running your hands through your hair in frustrated anticipation. The elevator dings, announcing its arrival. You grab my hand again and pull me into the elevator, pushing me against the wall and trapping me with your body once we're inside. I can hear the elevator doors closing as your mouth slams down on mine. I moan into your mouth, opening mine and feeling your tongue slide inside. I grab the lapels of your suit jacket and pull you closer to me. You growl into my mouth, reaching down and grabbing my ass with both hands, pulling me against you and grinding your already hard cock against me. I whimper as you kiss me deeply, loving the feel of your cock pressing into me. The elevator slows and stops, and we can hear the voices of other guests about to board. Your hands abruptly leave my ass, and you rip your mouth from mine, growling as you pull away. "Fuck," you mutter under your breath as another couple enters the elevator. We're both breathing hard, and my red lipstick is now smeared all over my mouth. There's no doubt our new friends know exactly what they interrupted. You're staring into my eyes, silently communicating what's going to happen once we arrive at our room. The elevator finally reaches our floor, and you take my hand and lead me out of the elevator and towards the room. You deftly take the key out of your back pocket, slide it in the lock, and open the door. You drag me inside the room, and I'm barely able to get a glance at the room before you spin me around and back me against the door, putting your hands against the door and trapping me with your arms, leaning into me and breathing into my neck. "You've been a bad girl, you know that?" you ask as you begin kissing my neck, softly caressing with your lips and tongue. You nip my earlobe then soothe it with a kiss before speaking into my ear. "Sitting there at the bar with no panties and a wet pussy. Making me so fucking hard I nearly fucked you right there in the elevator. You know what happens to bad girls, don't you, baby?" "No," I answer smartly, knowing full well what's coming. "No? Well let me show you. Get on your knees for me. Now." I step around you and saunter into the room, swaying my hips in a little show for you as I walk. You follow me, and I turn around again to face you. Looking up into your eyes, I slowly begin to sink down to my knees, running my hands all over your body--over your shoulders and down your chest, over your hard thighs once I get down to a kneeling position. I lean forward and begin nuzzling your hard cock with my face, feeling you throbbing even through your pants. Still looking into your eyes, I ask, "What do you want me to do, honey?" "Reach in and take it out slowly." I reach up to your belt, unbuckling it, then unbuttoning your pants and slowly sliding your zipper down. I reach in and slowly rub your cock through your boxers, then I pull the waistband of your boxers down, freeing your cock and seeing it bounce in front of me. Your cock is even more beautiful than I imagined, and I can't wait to feel it inside of me. Everywhere. I look back up into your eyes expectantly. "Good girl," you say, and I feel my entire body warm at the praise. "Now take me into your mouth. Nice and slow." Keeping your stare, I lean forward and take you into my mouth slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. I feel so naughty, kneeling in the floor of this hotel room, sucking your cock while we're both still almost fully clothed. I moan around your cock, loving the feel of you finally inside of me, tasting your precum on my tongue. "Fuck your mouth feels so fucking good," you hiss. "Now, reach down and pull your skirt up for me. Show me that pussy." Your cock still in my mouth, I reach down and pull my skirt up over my hips, revealing my stockings, garter belt, and my bare pussy. You can see my wetness glistening on my thighs. "Damn baby, you're fucking dripping. Get up. I have to taste you." You grab my head and pull me off your cock, helping me up to a standing position. You slam your mouth down on mine, kissing me deeply. We ignite, and our hands are all over each other. Frantically, I push your jacket off of your shoulders and begin unbuttoning your buttons. You unzip my skirt, pushing it down my hips and letting it fall down my legs. I step out of it and unbutton my top. You grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it and my camisole over my head. I'm standing in front of you now in my lingerie - black Demi-cup bra, garter belt, stockings, and stilettos. "Christ, baby. You overwhelm me," you say as you walk me back to the bed and softly push me onto my back and you climb into bed beside me. You take my face in your hands, staring into my eyes as you begin running your hands all over my body. You kiss my mouth, then run your mouth to my ear and then to my neck, tracing a path of kisses down my body. You reach up and grab one of my tits in your hand, squeezing and pinching my hard nipple. I moan and whimper loudly, "God, baby yes!" I arch my back, begging for you to take my nipple into your mouth. Your mouth moves down to my breast, and you close your lips around my hard nipple, over the lace of my bra. You then switch to the other nipple, sucking it as you pinch the other between your fingers. "Spread your legs for me, baby," you say, and I open for you. "Wider," you order, "I want you spread wide for me." I'm still in my stilettos, and I bend my knees, spreading my legs as wide as I can with my shoes on the bed. With one hand, you pull down one of the cups of my bra, freeing my nipple. You take it into your mouth, biting it softly then soothing it with your tongue. With the other hand, you reach down and slowly begin to run your fingers up and down my wet pussy. I begin to lift my hips, grinding against your fingers. "You're so fucking wet, baby," you say, slowly inserting 2 fingers deep inside my pussy. "You like that? You like it when I fuck your wet pussy with my fingers?" "Mmmm, fuck, yesss," I moan in reply. "God I need you." "What do you need? Tell me." "I need you to fuck me." "I am fucking you, baby," you say as you speed up the thrusts of your fingers. "You need more?" you ask as you lower your face towards my pussy and begin sucking and licking my swollen clit. "FUCK, yes!! God I need you to fuck me with your cock," I beg. "Ok, baby. I'll give you what you need. But first you're going to cum all over my face," you say before fucking me even faster with your fingers and sucking harder on my clit. Your words have brought me closer, and you can feel me beginning to clench on your fingers as I start to cum. I scream and buck my hips wildly, and you lower your mouth to my pussy so you can catch my juices in your mouth as I cum hard. You keep your mouth on me, riding me through my orgasm. Once I've come down, you crawl up my body, placing soft kisses up my body. I grab your face and pull you to me, seeing my pussy juices glistening all over your mouth and face. I kiss you hard, loving the taste of me in your mouth. You pull off your shirt and pants as you make your way up my body. You're completely naked now, and I can feel your rock hard cock grinding against my drenched pussy as we kiss. I'm so ready for you. "Ok, baby. You ready for me?" you ask. I nod. " Then put me inside you," you order. I reach down between our bodies, grab your cock, and align it with my pussy, rubbing my slick clit a few times first before pushing the head just inside. Then, suddenly, you give a powerful thrust, and you're all the way in. Finally deep inside of me. We both moan loudly together, loving the feel of us joined together, your hard cock stretching my tight pussy. You begin thrusting hard and fast, and I wrap my legs and arms around you, my stilettos and fingernails digging into your back. "Fuck, you're so tight!" you moan loudly. "God you feel perfect." "Mmmmm, yes! Fuck me harder, baby. Make me take it all," I beg. You fuck me even harder, reaching down and rubbing my clit with your fingers. I go crazy, bucking my hips and moaning so loudly there's no doubt the people next door know exactly what's going on in our room. You feel my pussy beginning to clench down on you. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Let go and cum all over my cock. Cum like a good girl, and I'll give you my cum like you've been craving." Your words send me over the edge, and I scream as I cum, drenching you and squeezing your cock tight with my pussy. "Oh God you're squeezing me so tight. I'm gonna cum inside you baby," you say, and with one last hard thrust, you begin to cum, shooting your load inside me. My pussy is still cumming, milking and squeezing every drop from your cock. You collapse on top of me, both of us breathing hard, staring into each others eyes. You slowly pull out, and I whimper as you leave me. You lean back to watch, and I can feel your cum and my juices dripping out of me. "Fuck, that's sexy," you say. All I can do is nod, and I reach down and rub our combined juices in my pussy, then I take those same fingers and bring them to my mouth, tasting us. "Mmm," I say. " That was amazing, honey." "Amazing," you agree. We just lie there and stare at each other for a moment, just enjoying the afterglow. Finally, you break the silence. "So, how about that dinner?" To be continued... Beyond All Expectations Ch. 02 Foot up on the bench in the bathroom of the hotel suite, I lean over and pull my stocking up my leg, smoothing it out along the way. Once I reach the top, I clip on my garters, quietly smiling to myself as I recall your reaction to them at the bar earlier. I feel myself start to flush as I relive the last hour. I imagined a thousand times how good it would be between us, but nothing could have prepared me for this. Shaking my head, I finish clipping on my garters and turn towards the mirror to check my lipstick. Red, just for you. Just then, you come into the bathroom and stop mid-stride when you see me. I'm standing there, all lingerie, stockings, and red lips. I've got panties on now, but I've yet to put my skirt and blouse back on. "Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?" you ask as you come up behind me, putting your arms around me and looking at us in the mirror. My body begins to warm as you move your hands along my body and down my torso to my black lace panties, running your fingers along the band, just inside. "Mmm, I like these panties. You'll be glad for those in a minute; I've got something planned for us. Get dressed. I'll be in the room," you say before you reach down and lightly swat me on the ass then turn and leave the room. Still exhilarated from the feeling of your hands on me, I stand there a minute in nervous anticipation of what you've got planned. Quickly, I pull on my skirt, camisole, and blouse, step back into my stilettos, and head back into the room. The suite is large, with a separate bedroom and living area, the latter of which is occupied by a cozy leather couch, a small bar, and a table. You're standing in the living area, watching my entrance and my reaction to what you've got waiting for me. "Poker?" I ask through a laugh, looking at the setup-a deck of cards and chips for the both of us. "Thought I told you I wasn't much of a gambler." "Oh, I think you'll enjoy this," you say, gesturing to the chips. "Although, I don't think we'll be needing these. What do you say we make this interesting?" "Hmm, I'm intrigued," I say as I reach you and start rubbing your chest over your white button up shirt; you've gotten dressed again as well, except this time you've foregone the jacket. You're there in your suit pants and shirt, sleeves rolled up and looking as irresistible as ever. For me, there has always been something about seeing a man's strong, masculine forearms peeking out from a rolled-up sleeve, and the sight of you like that begins to make my heart race. I can feel your heart pounding as I run my hands up your chest and around your neck, standing up on my tiptoes in my heels so I can whisper in your ear, "What did you have in mind?" You put your strong hands on my ass and pull me into you, letting me feel you getting hard against me. You squeeze me with your hands as you whisper back into my ear, "How about we make a little wager? Whoever loses each hand also loses a piece of clothing. First one naked has to do whatever the other says." I'm breathing deeply and my heart is racing as I answer, "Hmm ... Whatever the other says, huh?" "Yes," you say firmly, looking into my eyes. "Think you can handle that, baby?" "You're on," I say, smiling widely at you. You don't know this, but ever since you mentioned during our chats that you play poker regularly, I've begun playing a little online. I laugh a little to myself; you're so sure you've got me. Knowing how competitive we both are, I simply can't wait to see how this turns out. "Excellent," you say, pulling my chair out for me and gesturing for me to have a seat. "Sit your sexy little ass down right here, and we'll get started." Once I'm seated, you lean down and lightly run your lips along my neck and up to my ear, "Don't forget I play to win baby," you say before you slightly nip my ear with your teeth. Before you sit opposite me, you grab your jacket and slide it on, giving me a wink as you do. "There, we're even," you tell me. We both have the same number of items of clothing on-seven each. You: jacket, shirt, undershirt, pants, boxers, socks, and shoes. Me: blouse, camisole, skirt, bra, panties, stockings, and shoes. "Ok, baby, here are the rules," you explain. "The game is 5-card draw. Each hand, the ante is one item of clothing, which you don't lose unless you lose the hand. If you don't fold, you bet another item of clothing to stay in the hand. We'll only have one round of betting before the draw." "Got it," I say. "Anything else?" "One last rule," you say as you lean in close to me and continue in a low voice, "the winner gets to remove the clothing from the loser." "Got it. I'm ready." "Good," you reply, leaning in to give me a swift, but wet, kiss before you pick up the deck and begin to shuffle. I watch closely as you deftly handle the deck, loving watching your strong hands work the cards. "Alright, baby. Ante up. What are you going to take off for me first?" "Shoes," I reply. "Same," you say, swiftly dealing us 5 cards each. I pick up my cards and take a look at what I've been dealt. My hand sucks; all I've got is a pair of twos. But, not wanting to forfeit a piece of clothing without playing, I decide to stay in. "I'll bet my blouse," I say, looking into your eyes and running my fingers suggestively over my cards. "Oh yeah?" you ask. "Well, I'm in. I'll bet you my jacket. And, I'll raise you my pants," you say, your eyes dropping down to my cleavage. Your eyes are hungry, and I can tell you can't wait to win the hand so you can see more of me. "I'll call with my camisole. I need 3 cards," I say as I slide my 3 discarded cards towards you. You trap my fingers temporarily when they reach you, lightly running your fingers underneath my wrist, giving me goosebumps. We lock eyes for a moment, the tension mounting between us. You deal me 3 additional cards, and you take 2 for yourself. I pick them up and take a look. Lucky me, I've been dealt a pair of kings, giving me 2 pairs. You pick up your cards and look at me. "Alright, baby. Moment of truth. Let me see what you've got." "Two pairs, kings and twos," I say proudly, sticking my tongue out at you playfully. Your eyes drop down to my tongue, and laughing, you say, "Not so fast, baby." You show me your hand; you've got a full house, queens over fives. "Looks like I'll be able to put that tongue to good use soon," you gloat. "Alright, time to pay up. Stand up for me," you order. I stand and step towards you, moving around the table and stopping right in front of you, still sitting in your chair. I reach up and am beginning to unbutton my blouse when I feel your hands clamp around my wrists. "Did you forget the rules?" you ask. Shit, I think. I forgot you were supposed to take off my clothes when I lost. "Oh, I forgot," I say, "I'm sorry." "That's too bad, baby. You know there are penalties for breaking the rules..." you trail off as you start to run your hands along my arms. "Straddle me," you order, patting your lap in invitation. Even though this part of the rules wasn't explained to me, I love it when you get bossy with me, so I slowly inch towards you, putting on knee on the left side of your chair. My skirt stretches tightly around my legs afterwards, so I have to reach down and pull my skirt up so I can put my right knee down and fully straddle you. You're staring at me the whole time, your eyes watching my movements as I follow your order. You look down once I've straddled you; my skirt is so high you can see the tops of my stockings, and you can see the lacy black of my panties peeking out at you. You run your hands along my thighs, up to the tops of my legs, reaching your thumbs just inside and teasing my pussy ever so slightly. "I believe you owe me your blouse and camisole," you say as you begin to unbutton my blouse. Looking in my eyes, you reach your mouth down and follow your hands, trailing along my neck and through my cleavage. Once you've got my buttons undone, you take a long look at me, sitting there straddling you, in my camisole, skirt, and stockings. "Fuck, you are so beautiful," you say, before quickly removing my camisole and taking my mouth in a deep kiss. Already turned on, I moan into your mouth, rocking my hips against you as we devour each other with our kiss. Suddenly, I feel your hands on my hips, stopping my movement. "Now, it's time for your punishment," you say breathlessly again at my mouth. "Get up and bend over the table for me." On shaky knees, I try to compose myself and get up, bending over the table in front of you. I feel you get up behind me, running your hands down my back and over my skirt-covered ass. "You ready, baby?" you ask. "Mmmm, yes," is all I can manage. "Good girl," you say, reaching down and pulling my skirt up over my ass. You groan as my skirt rises higher and higher, reaching my waist. I know what you're seeing before you-me, bent over the table for you, in just my demi-cup black lace bra, with my skirt hiked up around my hips, all garters and stockings and stilettos on the bottom. I feel your hand rub up my leg and up to my ass over my panties, caressing me lightly. Then, you raise your hand and swiftly swat me on the ass, hard. The loud smack of your palm on my ass rings throughout the room, along with my moans. "Mmm, that's pretty, baby," you say, lifting your palm and spanking me once more on my right cheek before moving to the other. "Your ass is getting all pink for me. Are you a bad girl?" "God, YES," I reply, feeling you spank me twice more on my left cheek. I can feel my ass warming and my pussy soaking my panties. I love this, and you know it. After one more slap on each cheek, I feel your hands rubbing me lightly, soothing me. We're both breathing hard, hearts pounding. "You like that, baby?" you ask as you lean down over me and begin to kiss my neck and ear. "Let me see how much," you whisper as you reach a hand between my legs and pull aside my panties. "Fuck, you love this. You're dripping." You dip two fingers inside my pussy, then use my wetness to run circles around my clit with your fingers. "Mmm, please," I beg, rocking my hips against your hand. "God, I love it when you beg me, baby," you say, "But we're not finished with the game." Before I have time to collect myself, you're pulling my skirt back over my hips and leading me back to my chair. You hand me the deck. "Your deal," you tell me. Hands trembling, I pick up the deck. I take a few deep breaths in an effort to calm myself. I can feel your eyes on me, on my breasts as they heave with every breath. Determined to win this hand, I look up at you, smooth my hair behind my ears, and begin to shuffle the deck. I can tell you're surprised as you watch me handle the cards; I'm pretty good with them, shuffling with ease and precision. I lay the cards in front of you so you can cut the deck. You cut them, eyes on mine. "Ante up," I say. "Jacket," you reply. "Shoes for me," I say before quickly dealing out 5 cards each. I pick up my cards and arrange them in my hands. Looks like my luck has turned; I've been dealt a flush, all hearts. Smiling, I look at you expectantly. "Well?" You return my gaze, rubbing your jaw as you contemplate your next move. "I'll bet my shoes and my shirt." That's a hefty bet. I'm confident with my hand, and I have a suspicion you're bluffing, so I call your bet. "I'll call you with stockings and skirt, plus I'll raise you my bra." "Hmm, pretty confident, are you, baby?" you ask. "Fine. I'll call with my pants." After the betting round, he's got 4 items of clothing on the table: jacket, shoes, shirt, and pants. I've got my shoes, stockings, skirt, and bra on the line. You signal that you need 2 cards. I deal them out, then take none for myself. I watch your eyes widen at that. " Hmm, getting nervous?" I ask, teasing you by running my fingers along my red lips. "I wouldn't get too cocky, baby," you say. "You'll be sorry for that attitude after I've got your sexy ass naked and begging for it." You lay your cards face up on the table. You've also got a flush-spades for you, 10 high. "Shit," I say, pouting a little, letting you think you've got me. Just as your face begins to turn up in an arrogant grin, I lay my cards down. "Flush, queen high," I say, grinning widely. I can't help but giggle a little at the look on your face. I get up out of my chair and approach you; it's my turn to take some of your clothes this time. You stand up and look down at me expectantly. "You better enjoy this, baby," you tease. "This is the only chance you'll get to undress me. I don't plan to lose another hand." "Hmm, cocky, aren't we?" "You tell me," you say as you grab my hand and press it against your crotch. I can feel your hard cock underneath your pants, and I begin to stroke it slowly. "Mmm, yes, I can feel that," I say. "But don't rush me. I'm planning to enjoy this. I'll get to your pants in a minute." I remove my hand from your cock and put both hands on your abs, running them slowly up your chest underneath your jacket. I reach your shoulders and slowly slide your jacket off, my hands trailing down your arms. Your jacket hits the floor as I lace my fingers through yours and press myself against your body, my bra-covered tits pressing against your crisp white shirt. I stand on tiptoes so I can put my mouth against yours. You groan against my mouth, and I open for you, inviting your tongue inside. You squeeze my hands with yours, our fingers still entwined as we kiss each other deeply. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from yours, resting my forehead on your chest as I catch my breath. I can feel your heart beating through your shirt. The chemistry between us is electric; never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine it would be this good between us. Not wanting the game to be over, I collect myself and continue by reaching down and untucking your shirt, then I unbutton the buttons from top to bottom before removing it. "Shoes next," I say, keeping your eyes as I slowly drop down to my knees, nuzzling your crotch along the way. I hear your breath hiss as I feel your cock throbbing even through your pants and boxers. I turn my attention to your feet, untying your shoes and removing them quickly, one by one. Straightening up, still on my knees, I look up into your eyes as I unbuckle your belt, unbutton your pants, unzip your zipper, then reach around you to remove your pants. I lean back and watch as you step out of them, your rock hard cock straining against your boxers, just begging to be freed. "Get up, baby," you say breathlessly, offering me your hand. "Let's finish this fucking game before I lose my mind." I take your hand and rise to my feet, feeling just as frustrated and turned on as you are. I can feel my panties soaked with wetness, my pussy just begging to be fucked. I don't know how much more of this I can take. We both take our seats, me still in my bra, skirt, and stockings; you in your undershirt and boxers. You shuffle the deck and quickly deal. "Alright, baby, no more fucking around," you say. "If I don't fuck you soon I'll explode." I pick up my cards and look at them. I can barely focus; my mind is dizzy with lust. I've got nothing, not even a pair. "All in," I say, no longer caring about who wins or loses. "Call," you say. We both throw our cards down on the table. We haven't done the draw, but we're both beyond caring about the rules at this point. With a quick glance at the cards I can see you've won. Before I have a chance to react, you grab my arm, pull me from my chair, and slam your mouth down on mine. Your hands are all over me, unzipping and pulling my skirt down. Still kissing me deeply, our tongues tangling together, you reach down to my ass, lift me up, and sit me down on the table, right on top of the cards. Leaning into me with your body, you lay me down on the table and begin to kiss down my neck, nipping me with your teeth then soothing with your tongue as you go. Your hands are on my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples expertly with your fingers. You place a couple of kisses on my stomach, sinking down to your knees. I moan loudly as I feel your mouth open on my panty-covered pussy. You groan as you taste how wet I am, and I feel the vibrations throughout my body. Still in my shoes and stockings, I spread my legs wider and place my shoes on the table. I feel your hands on my inner thighs spreading me even wider for you. You pull my panties to the side so you can really taste me. "Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet," you say against me, running your tongue up and down my slit. "I can't wait any longer. I've got to feel this around my cock." You rise up from your knees, standing before me. You quickly remove your shirt and boxers, stroking your cock as you look down at me. "Just look at you, all spread out and dripping for me. You need this just as much as I do, don't you?" We both know I do, so without waiting for me to answer, you pull my panties to the side, line up your cock with my wet pussy, and with one deep thrust, you fill me to the hilt. We both moan loudly, and you still your hips for a few moments, just savoring the feeling of us joined together. You rear back and thrust forward again slowly, making me feel every inch of you as you move inside me. I arch my back in pleasure, my eyes squeezed shut. "Open your eyes, baby," you order. "I want you to watch. Watch my cock fuck your pussy. Watch me take you. It looks so fucking good." I lean up on my elbows so I can look down at where we're joined. You're right; watching is sexy as hell. Seeing your hard cock move in and out, slick with my juices, is driving me crazy. Watching my reaction is turning you on even more, so you begin to thrust faster and harder into me. "You love that, don't you, baby?" you ask as you thrust, reaching down with your thumb to rub my clit. "You're gonna cum all over my cock, aren't you? God, you're so fucking sexy!" Your head falls back as you moan, getting lost in the pleasure. Between your words and your thumb on my clit, I'm ready to explode. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I scream before you feel my legs tighten around your hips and my pussy clamp down on your cock. "Ah, God, that's it! You cum around my cock. Just like that. Mmm, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it, baby?" Still cumming, I manage to whisper, "Mmm, inside me! I want it inside me," I beg. That's all it takes to throw you over the edge, and with one final thrust, you begin to blow inside me. "Mmm, fuck I'm cumming! Take it baby. Take it all," you say, thrusting into me a final few times, filling me up. You collapse on top of me on the table, both of us breathing hard, our hearts pounding against each other. You brush your lips against mine, kissing me softly as we come down together. You lean up and look down at me, softly say with a grin, "See, baby? I told you I play to win." To be continued...