0 comments/ 7608 views/ 0 favorites First Day of Spring By: Allonsy note: this is part of a mulit-part story, posted out of linear order. the series as a whole is D/s related but this story is not. 'A Bath and a Bed' takes place somewhat before this story. Amelie, Tony and Zenika are involved in a triad D/s relationship. _______________________ Tony picked up the phone without bothering to look up from his work but leaned back with a smile when he heard who his PA had waiting. "Yeah, send her in," he said. Amelie slipped in and pushed his door shut, glancing around curiously. Despite the rain that was pretty much the same as yesterday's rain, and the day's before, she was wearing a little sundress that made her look like she belonged in Little House on the Prairie, not Tony's high rise office. "What's up?" Tony swung around his desk to take her dripping umbrella and kiss her dark hair, curling loosely from the damp. He had to admit he loved the fact that Amelie was delicate and small, even though he knew she complained bitterly about being 'cute'. "Aren't you in classes?" "Skipped," she said carelessly, "too boring. Besides, today's an important day." "It is, huh? What day is that?" Amelie grinned. "First day of Spring," she glanced past him to the rain dribbling down the windows. "Not that you could tell," she said grumpily. "But," she went on, hopping up to sit on the edge of Tony's desk, swinging her legs idly. She was wearing striped tights that bared a strip of fair skin between the lavender edge of her skirt and the tops of her tights and all Tony wanted to do was push that skirt up and spread her knees and admire Amelie's sweet pussy. "Normally, it's the day that promises pretty dresses and shorts and fast cars with the top down." Tony laughed, dropping back down in his chair to hide the beginnings of an erection, "That would be some other place, not here, honey." "I know," Amelie looked mournful for a moment, pouting in a way that made Tony thing of blow-jobs, before she brightened. "But, still, we should celebrate!" "I've got to work," he pointed out. It wasn't news, he had to work way to often for anyone's pleasure. Amelie stuck out her tongue. "You are way too dutiful. You and Zenika both." "Oh, you think so?" Tony leaned back, tucking his hands behind his head and swinging idly in his chair. "When Zenika finds out you've skipped class, you're going to be in a world of hurt, little girl." Amelie just rolled her eyes. "Not like any of my classes are challenging." "That's not the point," Tony remembered that pretty well himself, except worse, because every damn day somebody was surprised to discover a black man who wasn't struggling with his 'blaccent', or on the run from a gang, or was actually smart enough to find classes aimed at rich white kids as boring as those rich white kids themselves. "Talk to the hand," Amelie said, palms out, "because, blah, blah, blah, I've heard it all before. I'm two years into college, I know how to handle my classes, Tony." Tony gripped her wrists and pulled her onto his lap. "When you're getting straight 'A's, I'll believe you." "No one gets straight 'A's" Amelie squirmed to straddle him, arms looped around his shoulders, breath soft on his cheek before she kissed him. Tony smoothed his hands down her back with a sigh. Cupping her ass, he savored the warmth of her skin and the pretty curves through the thin fabric. "Hey are you wearing anything under that dress?" "Nope," Amelie said smugly. She kissed him again, nipping softly at his lip and sinking down so she was sitting on his lap. She had to be freezing in the girlish dress she wore but Tony didn't think that was the only reason her nipples were hard. He cupped a breast, smoothing circles with his thumb, letting her sigh and squirm before cupping the back of her head and taking that pretty mouth. She gave a happy little moan, taking what he gave, sucking on his tongue like it was the best thing in the world. Tony pinched a nipple, chuckling at her whimper. "So this is Happy Spring Day to me?" he asked. Amelie nodded, face flushed pink and blue eyes wide with desire. She was such a pretty girl, and -- she was grinding her pussy against his aching cock -- damn if anyone could have guessed she was such a little slut. "Zenika told me you'd be out late," she said, with another fake little pout. This time, Tony didn't resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her, hard and insistent, feeling her open up so he could fuck her mouth with his tongue. It made him want to get his cock in there, his fingers, everything. Groaning he pushed up against her pussy, Amelie moaned in her throat. He tugged the tie that held her dress up and it slithered down leaving her naked from the waist up, tits rubbing warmly against his shirt. Tony slipped a hand between them so he could cup one of Amelie's tits, pretty as the rest of her. Nicely sized, enough to bounce and sway when he fucked her, not as big as Zenika's, and perky. He cupped and kneaded and squeezed, working the soft curve of her in his hand the way she liked, all over. Her nipples were pale pink, a shade lighter than her mouth, and excitable. They were tight, the areoles plump and Amelie's breath hitched every time he pinched them. "God, I love sucking your tits, girl," he groaned, tugging her up so he could do just that. Amelie gripped the back of his chair as he sucked a nipple into his mouth with a pop. Her gasps pressed her tit to him as he licked the hard tip, sucking and squeezing Amelie as she shuddered in time. She was tender and Tony had her squirming and whimpering in minutes. When he let go with a last lick, her nipple was bright pink and standing out hard and wet for him. He nuzzled her other breast, nipping the soft curves to make her squeak and struggle -- holding her tight enough all the while, so she couldn't escape from his mouth as he took his time to reach her nipple. Amelie shivered, clutching at his head, his ears, twisting to get away from the anticipated bite of his teeth. Tony licked her nipple soothingly instead, the tip a pleasurable, hard nub against his tongue. "Unzip your pants," Amelie was moaning, rocking on his lap as his executive chair creaked under them. "God, Tony, get your cock out." "Need it, huh?" Tony fumbled down, tugging at his Italian leather belt, fingers brushing the tumbled folds of Amelie's dress as he pulled his zip down. "Hasn't Zenika been taking care of you? I know she's got plenty of toys for a greedy girl like you." Amelie moaned, mouth open against his cheek, tongue licking hot and slick before she bit his ear. She was half-naked and squirming on his lap and all Tony could thing about was her tits and her ass and her pussy, all waiting for him. "When I get home," she panted, "Zenika's going to fuck me with her favorite dildo until I can't walk. But I miss your cock, Tony, you haven't fucked me ... or Zenika for days. It's not fair," she whined. "God, baby," Tony groaned, squeezing his cock at the thought of Amelie and Zeni together, fucking and coming and ... "not because I don't want to. I miss you, I miss Zeni ..." His cock finally sprang free of his pants, stiff and aching. Amelie's hands were there right away, stroking him, thumb teasing across the head, all the while whispering in his ear 'so good, I love your cock, please fuck me.' With a groan, Tony pushed his hands up Amelie's thighs and beyond, pushing her dress over her head and off so she was sitting naked in his lap, aside from the striped thigh-highs and her shoes. Down again, he stroked her throat, her breasts, belly -- his dark hands contrasting with her fair, smooth skin -- down between her legs. Her pussy was silky smooth, shaved bare so the delicate folds were exposed for anyone to see. Tucking a finger against between the plump labia, Tony could feel how wet she was. "What a good girl you are," he said, stirring his finger idly. He could see Amelie's thighs quivering, and his cock stood between them, dark and hard. Amelie wrapped a hand around it, pulling slowly and a drop of pre-come welled from the tip of his cock, glinting under the office lights. "I'm not the only one," she said slyly. "That's right," Tony said, drawing his finger back with a last flick at her clit, making her gasp. He shifted to grab her ass, pulling her close. "So come on and sit on my cock, and I'll give you a nice ride." Amelie was flushed, hair tousled and her eyes were smoky dark with desire as she arched closer. Tony felt the first brush of her pussy against his cock, soft, wet lips nestling against his head as delicately as a kiss. He groaned hoarsely, staring at Amelie's wide-eyed expression, squeezing her ass brusingly. He wanted to force her down, fuck her 'till she screamed and he wanted to take all the time in the world, inch into her pussy so he could savor every moment. Amelie sank lower and Tony had to close his eyes, balls pulling tight, and fight back the urge to fuck up into her as he felt his cockhead begin to push her open. She was tight, their beautiful girl, but always eager and Tony slid slowly in. A soft whimper made him open his eyes to see Amelie biting her lip, a pinch of concentration between her brows as she worked to take him. Her hips wiggled, her pussy squeezed his cock and Tony groaned. "Such a tight pussy," he breathed. "We need to fuck you more, don't we? Open your pussy wide and slide right in..." Amelie moaned, head falling back, eyes half closed as she rocked down, taking him deeper, wet and hot and so very tight. "Yes," she gasped. "Please --" Amelie liked to be filled to the brim, made to wail and thrash and sometimes even cry when Zenika worked a big dildo into her or Tony made her struggle to suck his cock. The thought made Tony grunt and jerk, cock twitching and that made Amelie cry out, pushing down the rest of the way on his cock with wide, shocked eyes. Trembling, she sat astride his thighs, clinging to his shirt as her pussy twitched and strained, adjusting to the thick length of Tony's cock inside her. Tony stroked her bare back, kissing her slowly, cock squeezed tight, simmering in the wet heat of her pussy. Moaning against his mouth, Amelie rose up a bare inch, the grip of her pussy sliding along his shaft greedily, then sank down. Up, again, barely moving, and down. Her breathing eased and she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder, up, down .... Tony leaned back in his chair with a sigh while Amelie gripped the leather arms and rode him. Her pussy eased a little, still deliciously tight, but smooth now and she was rocking nicely, gasping every time she bottomed out on his cock. Her tits bounced prettily as she moved in a sluttish dance on his lap. Tony adored the look on her face, flushed and dazed, focused inward. He knew all she was thinking about now was his cock, and her pussy. Resting a hand on her hip, Tony nestled his thumb just in the uppermost fold of her pussy, where her clit was hidden away. She moaned loudly, canting her hips forward, hips surging urgently now. He kept his touch teasingly light, making her work for it. And she did, fucking herself frantically on his thick cock, the wet suck and slide and pull making it's own music in his fancy office. Her gasps were more like cries now and a blush was spreading across her chest and tits. Tony grit his teeth and hung on, cock throbbing, close to coming. He wanted to feel Amelie squeeze and pulse around his cock, climaxing around him. He wanted that pretty pussy of hers to clench around his cock like it wanted to swallow him down and he'd come -- "God -- Amelie! Christ!" Tony swore, jerking up, nearly bucking Amelie off his lap. The tight rush of climax hit him like a blow and he shouted while Amelie wailed. Her pussy throbbed tight around him as she came, mouth wide, looking stunned as her hips jerked violently. Gasping, she sprawled on his chest, his softening cock still nestled in her pussy, twitching out a few last drops of come. "Happy Spring," she mumbled after a few moments, wincing when his cock popped out of her pussy. "Just how many of these holidays are you planning to celebrate?" Tony asked, sliding his fingers down between her legs, into her relaxed pussy just to feel the wet mess and the way she shivered when he touched her. "As many as I can find," Amelie moaned, swiveling her hips as he pushed his fingers deeper. Tony chuckled breathlessly. "I'll make sure to clear my calendar." First Day of Spring Him: It's that first perfect day of spring. I always think it's the sexiest day of the year, that day in May when it's warm and sunny and you can finally see all the beautiful bodies people have been hiding away all winter. Cleavage, arms, legs, everything is finally exposed. My favorite day of the year. You go to a park with friends. Dressed for fun, maybe a short skirt. Drinking in the park, checking people out, having fun. I pass you a couple times. Jogging in a tee shirt and shorts. You notice my body, but also my eyes on you. Whenever we see each other the eye contact is perfect, confident, sexy, with both of us making that smirking smile that says 'I know what you want.' Your friends leave, go to a movie or something, but you want to feel the sun on your skin some more. It's late afternoon, but still in the 60s, and the sunlight is golden and warm on your body. You sit off on the grass in a secluded area, sipping a beer, soaking up the sun. People are leaving the park, but when you thought you were all alone I walk by. I come up to join you. Sit next to you on the thick grass. Smiles. Chatting. You offer me one of your beers. There's definitely chemistry, and you can feel my eyes on you, hungry. You can't get enough of me either...you haven't seen such nice arms all winter. Finally I get up and tell you to come with me. You wouldn't usually do this, but I say it so confidently. We walk further into the park, slowly, until we're in a secluded little clearing. The grass is green and thick, and there's a wooden bench set out in the middle. I stop you, pull you to me, a bit too forward for your usual tastes, but you go with it. My hands on your hips. My eyes on yours. My lips graze yours, half a kiss, then I stop. I look at you again, ask: "are you a good girl or a bad girl?" You could laugh at that. Could walk away. But I'm pretty sure you'll be staying here with me... ----- Her: I shiver. I'm not sure if it's out of anticipation, or because we are in the shade. As you pull me in closer and I get a feel of your biceps, I begin to warm up. You can feel me heating up through the thin material of your shorts as I ponder your question. I reach up to whisper my answer in your ear. I have to get up on my tiptoes to reach and you can feel my nipples brush against your chest. "Well?" you ask. I grab your hair and pull your head back. "Don't be so impatient," I tease. "After all, we just met," I say as I exhale warmly on your neck. I pause a second to give you a chance to respond. Instead of an answer, you plant your hand on my ass, grabbing it hard and pulling me into you kissing me firmly, your tongue darting in and out of my mouth. Clearly this was going to be a struggle for power. You let me go and as my heels hit the ground, you instantly walk away and go sit on the nearby bench. . . I pause for a second, testing the waters - trying to get a feel for who is going to make the next move. When I finally can't wait one more second, I walk over to you, forcing myself to walk slowly - firstly to avoid looking too eager, and secondly to let you get a good look at what you could have, or what you're going to miss depending on how the afternoon goes. I sit on the grass in front of the bench, just out of reach to force you to make the next move. "So?" you ask. I'm enjoying the back and forth of this game. I feel like the puppetmaster, although perhaps you feel the same. I am fairly sure however, that you are wholly unaware that from my angle, I can see right up your running shorts. You're not entirely hard, but you're definitely paying attention. It occurs to me that someone like you might want to invest in longer shorts to avoid being preyed upon by women like me. . . which is probably exactly what you're looking for. As I'm distracted by these random thoughts, you notice my eyes are clearly focused on your inseam. Your cock responds and acknowledges my stare with a small throbbing motion. You reach over and grab my wrist and pull me up to my knees. I crawl to the bench, now kneeling between your legs. Only a few sheets of thin material separate my juicy pink lips from what you've been thinking about since you first saw me sunning in the grass. I've been told several times I have DSL (dick-sucking lips) and the idea has not escaped you. I reach up and run my hands down your sides taking advantage of this uninterrupted feel of your amazing body. A jogger runs by and lets out a whistle. We're not doing what he thinks we are but if he comes back in ten minutes, we might be. ----- Him:It's cute that you think that you're in charge, my puppetmaster. I don't mind it, I liked feeling you pull my head back by the hair, I liked letting you be in charge a bit, I like having to work for what I want. But I'm pretty confident I will get what I want, I feel like you wouldn't be kneeling before me in a public park if you weren't very interested. That starts to change as your hand finds my semi-hard cock, through the mesh of my shorts. Your warm hand is rubbing it, bringing it to life, with a knowing smile on your face, your eyes on mine, your lips full and wet. You can feel your control growing, as I get harder, you've got me by the joystick. I'm smiling too, my hands on your shoulders, but the dirty smirk on my face is fading as you make me feel better and better. When you reach up my shorts and grip my cock I can tell that I'm losing control. People thinking giving oral or a handjob is a submissive act, but really its dominant. We can both tell that you're getting the upper hand, that I'm rocking up against you, a horny creature dying for your lips. I've got to stop this before you're totally in charge. I lean in and kiss you hard, and as my lips explore yours, my hands reach down and grasp you by the backs of your thighs, right behind your knees. In one motion, powerful but gentle, I pull your legs out from under you, sliding you onto your back, legs in the air. Before you know it you're flat in the grass, my body pressing down on you, my hands still on the backs of your bare thighs, sliding upwards, reaching into your skirt. This is too much. You don't even know my name, you were more comfortable when you were in charge. Now my lean, hard body is pressing down on you, my hard bulge is pushing right up against your panties, my hands exploring further and further up your skirt. My lips are on your neck, then your collarbone and your shoulders. You can't decide whether it's time to stop this, or go with it completely. . . ----- Her: I can't focus. I just give in for a minute, kissing you deeply, hungrily, letting your hands grab, move, touch feel wherever, whatever you want. I have a flash of a thought - of trying to stop you - but trying to control what's happening is like trying to wake from a dream. My body has total control and I can only focus on your hands on my body, the throbbing pressure between my legs from inside and out. You feel me pushing my hips closer to you - I can't help it - I can't stop. It's still not enough. Between the few thin layers between us, you can feel that my panties are already soaked. You can feel my heat in the cool grass. Clearly I have given up any sense of privacy or modesty. I want to feel your hot body all over me - your hot mouth on my hard nipples - your rigid cock rubbing between my legs. But I don't want you to know that I'm totally willing to do anything you want at this point so I loosen my grip, forcing you to make a move to get my attention back. While I was mentally fast forwarding to you shooting your hot cum all over me, you have managed to sneak your hand in between my legs. You are a little taken aback by how wet I am already - but that only serves to make your cock even harder. I let you slip your hand into my panties while I raise my leg between yours. As I'm kissing your neck and sucking on your earlobe, I feel you press yourself into my thigh. A small moan escapes my lips right in your ear as you begin circling my clit with your thumb. I slowly raise and lower my leg just so I can feel your hard dick rubbing on it. Your fingers are so slippery, you can't help but slip one in. My cunt is so tight, you don't even know if you could get another in. You start thinking how tight it will be sliding up and down your hard cock. I moan audibly not even caring who might hear me. I let you slip one finger in while rubbing my clit in circles with your thumb. I refuse to give you the satisfaction of making me cum so soon. I take you by surprise and push you off me. I want to taste you. . . ----- Him: It's good that you pushed me off you, because I was getting too close. Too close to finding your g-spot, rubbing it with two fingers while my thumb worked your clit. Too close to tearing off your panties and yanking down my shorts. Too close to taking you in one rough, desperate motion. You could feel that building up. My body was rocking on top of yours, you could feel the length of my hard cock, first rubbing up and down your inner thigh, then running along your cunt. I was in another place, not thinking anymore, just a hungry man, pinning you down and hoping to thrust in. When you push me back I smile knowingly. No need to rush. I can control myself for a little while longer...I think. I sit back on the bench and you come to me on your knees. Smiling and licking your lips. You reach up one of the baggy legs of my shorts and pull me out. Rock hard now, pointing up, yearning for you. Your eyes on mine, my hips rocking slightly forward, dying to feel your mouth on my cock. Finally you part those sexy lips and take me into your wet mouth. It feels better than I could prepare myself for, I groan quietly, as if you're sucking away my frustration and anxiety. My hands range over you, cupping your tits, pulling down your top, grasping at your shoulders and clutching your brown hair as you work my hard cock. I pull off my shirt. You've got one hand working my shaft, getting wetter and wetter, the other holds tight to my side, gripping my torso as you pull me towards you. We're holding onto each other tightly, your mouth controlling my movements, my breathing. You know you could taste my cum if you wanted, could drain a load out of me if you just kept this up. But where's the fun in that? You start to imagine how good I must feel, you start to crave my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I'm too in a trance to change the position, but you can tell that I want more... ----- Her: I tease you with a few more flicks of my tongue around your swollen purple head. I drive your hard cock all the way to the back of my throat and hold it there until I gag on it. I run my tongue slowly up the shaft of your cock one last time. As I taste the salty tip, I know you need a minute to cool off. I begrudgingly back off for just a minute - taking your shorts with me - letting the cooling late afternoon breeze sweep across your sweaty, pulsing dick and balls. I sit back on my heels for a minute taking you all in, sitting, completely, wholly aroused in the middle of a park where anyone could walk right by and see your throbbing cock out in the open. I stand up and see your eyes longingly follow me - your sexy vulnerable body covered with nothing but your running shoes - and the sweet stickiness of our time together. You sit - stiffly, wondering what is going to happen next - knowing it has not yet been enough - will it ever be? I drop my white panties to the ground from underneath my skirt. They were soaking wet and too cold on my hot pussy anyway. As I walk back up to you, all you can do it watch and wonder what my next move is. I've won you over . . .and I plan to take full advantage. As I approach you, my hand disappears under my skirt. My middle finger comes out glistening. I stand right in front of you, presenting your prize - hard nipples, tan skin, you can smell the sweet scent of my sex aching for you. I run my sticky finger across your bottom lip, teasing you with my taste. You suck my finger into your mouth - hard - enjoying it as you swirl your tongue around it, enjoying the sweet, salty taste from my dripping cunt. As I step forward, fully planning on impaling myself on your erect cock, you stop me by shoving two fingers under my skirt, right inside of me. Your aim is perfect and as I'm already dripping - they slide in so easily. I'm taken by surprise at not only your aim, but your accuracy as you perform the "come hither" motion that quickly brings me to the brink of orgasm. I place my right leg up on the bench giving you full access and displaying my neatly trimmed pussy for all to see. You manage to find my g spot while reaching up to clamp your mouth for just a minute on my clit. You taste me and flick your tongue as fast as you can on my hardened, erect, little pink button while your fingers pull an orgasm out of me. I cum almost instantly as my juices run down your wrist. I moan loudly as my pussy contracts around your fingers. I need to steady myself, but don't want to get one inch farther from you. I come and kneel on the bench, one knee on each side of you. As you place your hands on my hips, I anticipate you pushing me down, hard on your more-than-ready participant. As you pause for a second, a single, hot drop of cum drips from between my pussy lips, cools in the evening air and lands on the aching head of your cock - slowly rolling down, changing course as it hits a throbbing vein, finally settling in between your full, swollen balls. I lean forward and kiss you much more tenderly than before, almost painfully - if only temporarily - putting to a halt our "first date" activities. The taste of me on your lips is enjoyed by the two of us, sharing it together swirling it on our tongues. . . ----- Him: My balls are swollen and aching as I lick your nectar from your tongue. I can't hold back anymore. As you hover over me with your dripping pussy, I buck my hips and with perfect aim, finally thrust my throbbing cock into you, filling you roughly and completely. The friction of your tight hot pussy on my cock is enough to push me right to the edge, but I don't want this encounter to end yet. I take a deep breath, distract myself for just a minute and clench my teeth as I hold off filling you with by hot, salty load. I regain some semblance of composure and begin to thrust in and out of your cunt as your struggle to keep your balance above me. Your thighs are shaking on the verge of orgasm as you realize you have totally lost control. . . ----- Her: I can no longer hold back. I need your cum anywhere, everywhere. I've totally given up and concern for the fact that we are in the middle of a public park. I ride you as your strong hands grasp my hips. I can feel you throbbing inside of me and admire your self control. After all, you've already made me cum. I see so reason to hold back and pound my pussy down hard on your cock. I'm grinding on your lap rubbing my slippery clit on you as a rub back and forth. Your cock could not be deeper inside of me. You fill my entire pussy. I need to cum with you inside of me. As you bite me on the neck, you push me over the edge and I shiver and throb as I orgasm and pulse with your hard cock on the edge of shooting your salty load. ----- Him: As I feel your pussy muscles contract and squeeze my cock, I am so hungry for you. I am about to blow and can't tease or wait any longer. I whisper in your ear, "where do you want it?" You respond with, "I want you to cum inside -" And before you can finish your sentence, I shove my aching cock forward, wrap my strong arms around you tightly and give you what you wanted from the moment you saw me jogging in the park. My muscles tighten and finally let go. My hot thick cum shoots into you as I lose all control. Finally the aching in my balls is released as strong waves of pleasure and adrenaline rush over my entire body. The thought of cumming in a stranger make me shoot two or three more times before I can finally exhale. My legs and arms turn rubbery as I can finally relax my muscles. I shiver as the final shocks run through me as you slowly rise up off my cock. We shyly look to gather our clothes, but since we were wearing so little to begin with, we have little to clean up our sticky sweet mess. . . ----- Her: I pull my wrinkled musty clothes on, now covered with evidence of our public affair, as if there wasn't evidence enough. I realize I have no idea how many people heard or saw us in this moment of public passion. I must look a mess - a blushing, satisfied mess but I have nothing to clean up with and will have to head home in this condition. I straighten my clothes, give you one last smirk and begin to walk away. I have no idea what you're thinking but I plan to frequent this park a little more as the weather gets warmer. . . ----- Him: I have no idea what you're thinking as you leave, but my cock gives one final twitch as I see a tiny drop of cum trail down the inside of your thigh from under your skirt as you smirk and walk away.