0 comments/ 5941 views/ 1 favorites For Ivan Ch. 01 By: americancumslut I'm waiting for you, lying on a bed in a darkened room. A flame burns from a well placed candle, the scent of vanilla hanging in the air. You walk in, lay beside me. My clothing selection is a low cut hoity-toity teal cashmere cardigan and tight black pencil skirt, complete with shiny patent black heeled boots that tie up several inches above my ankle. Seeing me playfully biting my lip you got the message I am anxious to be touched and decided to give in a little. You begin pressing down on the top button of my sweater until it sinks between my cleavage and rests upon my breastbone. You hold it there fondling the button with your middle finger, carefully trying not to touch my skin until the soft moans that escaped my lips were cut by quickened breaths. Satisfied by my reaction, you toil to undo the buttons and push the sweater aside. You find me in an unlined lace corselet, my nipples standing erect with excitement. You entice me with the warmth of your breath while grazing your bottom lip against my nipple. My back arches feeling the moist heat, trying to bring my breast closer to your mouth for greater affection. You breathe in my perfume, an unfamiliar scent, slightly spicy not floral, utterly intoxicating. As a tool to tease me, you use a button from the sweater to lightly circle my areola, watching my nipple harden. The abrasion of the lace and button against the tip makes me moan out load and grind my hips into the bed. My reaction pleases you and you do it again, this time harder. I gasp and reach out to touch you, grabbing your shirt. You stop playing with me and bring my hand back to my side. Lightly you stroke the back of my hand with your finger tips, running them up my arm. Your attention turns to my abdomen; my curves are accentuated by the corselet's inlaid lace panels. A dainty band stretches around the middle of my waist, adorned with a bow. Obscured by the top of the skirt, you are curious to see how far down the garment goes and slide your hand under it to find out. You can feel it ends abruptly where the hips turn into the upper thigh and then you touch the unmistakable feeling of garter clips attached to stockings. Watching my lip quiver and chest heave responding to your touch, you get off the bed and remove your clothing. Naked, you stand at the foot of the bed, grabbing the heels of my boots and spread my legs wide. I bend my knees and sink my heels into the bed, spreading them farther. Now nestled between my thighs, you rest the palms of your hands on my knees, squeezing and releasing my flesh with your fingers, moving very slowly, massaging up my legs until you reach the hem of the skirt. Eagerly I lift my hips and pull my skirt up to expose the garters and Cuban stockings. You laugh and grab at the waist to yank it down; you want it off not up. I help lift myself off the bed and you aggressively remove my skirt and throw it across the room. With one glance of my smooth, bare lips visible once my knees are back in place, your cock is sprung, throbbing to feel me. You force my right leg open and down to the bed. With your left hand, you press your weight down on my knee, with your right positioned over my bare thigh. I am startled when I feel the crack of your palm. Again you smack my thigh as I start to shake. A third and final spank, much harder than the other two produce a flushed red area on my very pale thigh. Wrapping your fingers around the tip of your cock, you squeeze out a drip of pre-cum and rub it against the still tingling area and then blow on wet streak you left for me. "Fuck," I express breathlessly as I reach down, cup my breast and roughly squeeze and twist my nipple. "Good girl," you say aloud as I moan and fondle my breasts, pulling the left one out of its cup. After sucking on my finger, I rub the wetness all over my nipple. You see it glisten in the candle light. I contort myself to be able to suck my nipple into my mouth to bite and stretch it. Overtaken by the urge to delve your cock in between my lips and take me, you grab the inside of my thighs with your hands and groan, trying to release some of your own tension. I am shaking, needing to cum. My slit slick and swollen, I reach down and start rubbing my clit in circles. You watch me pleasure myself as you stroke your cock. Pinching my right nipple as hard as I can, my moans deepen and become louder. When I start to take deep breaths and hold them, whimpering as I exhale, you know how close I am to cumming having heard that same pattern of breathing many times over the phone. Ripping my hand away from my clit, you suck my fingers into your mouth, and taste how sweet I am. "Please, please," is all I can say when I feel the sensation of your mouth around my fingers. "I need you...." I feel you press the tip of your cock against my opening and push in slightly. Then you grab my hips bringing them up and into you thrusting inside me as deep and as hard as you can. I am frozen, breathless as I am filled by you, clenching the bedding in my fists. My mouth open, my body tightening. I milk and release your cock as you leave it there deep inside for me to savor. Feeling my wetness drip down all over your balls as I continue to manipulate your cock with my tender pussy, you slowly rock inside me, in and up, taking controlled breaths until I squirt enough juice for you to feel it running down between us. You want to hear the smacking sound of my wetness against your already burdened sac. You lie down on top of me and begin to pound my cunt into submission; you are going to make me cum for you right now. I shake and cry out digging my fingers into your back. The pleasure you give me is unrelenting, seemingly making every muscle in my body contract. My orgasm makes my pussy bare down on your cock as endless waves of spasms spark inside me. You close you eyes trying not to cum, but very badly need to. As I exhaust a scream of completion, my body goes limp beneath you. I try to hide my face in the pillow as I softly giggle while trying to catch my breath. You smile seeing my vulnerability in this moment. Caressing the side of my face and softly kissing me, you hear what track I was on from the playlist we selected. Lifting my noise cancelling headphones you call me by my given name, the one you were surprised to see signed alongside "A.K.A~ Kitty" on a little note I had prepared for you along with your room key at the front desk. I hear your voice then whisper in my ear, "They are not going to be able to book this room tomorrow because this bed won't have enough time to dry out you fucking dirty girl." Snapping the band of my blindfold, making sure it was still securely in place, your cock is once again sliding in and out of me. I can feel another small gush erupt and I not even close to cumming. "I will be leaving a huge tip for the maids who have to clean up tomorrow," I profess giddily. For Ivan Ch. 02 You force yourself inside me to watch me squirm. We both give sighs of our delights away freely. One firm tug and my headphones were off so that you could instruct me. Pulling out you feel my wetness drip off you and onto the bed. I am positioned to stand with my ass in the air, bent over with my palms on the bed as you slide in me from behind. You grab me by the hips and voraciously slam your cock hard into my needy pussy. I feel that I have wetness squirting out and running down my thighs as I mindlessly am driven closer to another orgasm. You hear the crackle of my moans interrupted by gasps for air. You tell me to get off of my hands as you reach for a handful of red curls at the nape of my neck and pull me to stand. Again you pull out of me, this time to give a long hard bite on the back of my neck. You are alarmed by how loud of a tortured and yet pleasurable scream I let out and continue to bite and kiss my neck while reaching around to cup my breasts and twist my nipples. I teeter on my 4 inch heels trying not to lose my balance. "On your knees," you tell me sternly. I find the edge of the bed, get on my knees and start to bend over when I feel your cock throbbing against my ass. You run your hand up my back and to my neck. "Face down," you tell me while pushing me into the bed. I can feel cold wetness my face, smell my nectar on the sheets. I begin to freeze, compelled yet again to cum hearing your voice fill the silence, your cock pumping my cunt, "I'm a fucking stranger. You allowed me into your room for me to use you." "Not completely a stranger," I try to object between hurried breaths. "You haven't fucking seen my face and you have my cock in you after driving hours to meet me." You pause to hear if this fact was up for further debate. "You did not even know what I thought of the picture you sent me did you? Whether or not I would be fucking you or just reducing you to use of your mouth if you were not particularly to my liking." My body tenses up and my moans turn into those cherished whimpers you have grown so fond of hearing. My eyes clamp shut and I hold my breath as the intensity inside me that has been building shoots ripples across my stomach, down my legs, coursing through my back and petrifying my face as I become helpless to stop it. "You're cumming again....you fucking slut," you muse. You keep your cock inside me as my muscles involuntarily tug and pull your cock. You take deep breaths in while I finish cumming on you. Dazed, I clear my throat and try to come back to reality. "You can still use my mouth," I coax effortlessly. Instructed again to stand up, I am spun around and pressed up against you. You stare at me as I still fight to regulate my breathing and control the tiny quivers that make me tremble. Leaning down you kiss me softly before forcing me down to sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbing your cock with your hand, you are saturated with my wetness. Nursing some pre-cum out of the tip, you rub it on my lips. "Clean me," you say pushing into my mouth a little. I pull you out and lick the shaft, tasting myself along with a hint of your cum. I am eager to spoil you. I firmly wrap my hand around the base of your cock as my mouth bobs the tip in and out, my tongue blocking your entrance before snapping across the tip and giving way before bringing you in a little further each time. My hand also labors, milking the shaft, working in unison with my mouth. You are pushed to the edge as I grab your hips and slam your cock into the back of my throat. You feel me gag and push in even a little farther. I hold you there cutting off my air supply until I feel my lungs burn. Releasing you, I do it once more before you grab the back of my head and start fucking my mouth. You would love to pulse your cum straight down my throat, but know my pussy needs more attention. Ready for my cunt, you push me back to lay on top of the huge wet spot in the middle of the bed before eagerly making your way back into my swollen slit. "I'm going to send you home in this sweater tomorrow even if it is still all wet from soaking up your cum," you say before entering me. I rock my hips back and wrap my legs around you trying to share the very intimate way I have grown so needy of you, "I need you to fill me....I'm yours." You bury your head into my shoulder as we grind and surge to make ourselves and each other cum. "I won't..." you project quietly before sighing at how fucking amazing my pussy feels at it pours for you. "Please..." I beg. "No," you say even softer, trying not to succumb to my whims. "Please..." I manage to get out before your hand covers my mouth and you say practically whispering, but very curt, "Shut the fuck up." My hands clawing into your ass, I thrust my head back and am driven back into halted breaths and moans. Harder for you to push your cock inside, you know an orgasm is coming over me. You no longer want to fight back the aching to release. In your mind you know you shouldn't, but I feel too good not to. You ingratiate my pussy with thundering thick pulses of cum. Saving it up for days as I had requested, makes you instantly a little light headed when you empty into me. Already towering on what was an intense orgasm, the spasms of your cock and the feeling of warmth inside me propel me into a deeper, more fulfilling orgasm. I keep cumming on you even as your cock softens. After my release, my forearms burn and I am exhausted. Both breathless, we share a passionate kiss before you roll off of me. "I thought you weren't going to," I baited still trying to calm myself as a huge smile enveloped my face. I hear you express a guilty laugh. "Yes," I goaded for further explanation, looking in your direction with my blindfold inexplicably still in place. "Where are your toys," you ask mischievously. "I am not done with you." "It's a good thing I slipped the guy at the desk $20 to put me in a room without anyone to each side, above or below. I told him I was a screamer with a very naughty man coming to play with me and that I did not want to disturb other guests or be interrupted." "Ha," you let out followed by, "no shit." "Always thinking ahead," I say with a smile. "Such a dirty fucking cum slut," you cannot help but say in an endearing and appreciative way. (Ivan....as life moves on, I'll leave it with just a "thank you". Much appreciation for the connection and inspiration.Yours~♥,K.)