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In The Kitchen

By: LordPriapus



You stand at the sink, water running, in a loose sweater and jeans. You always look so good in jeans, such a fine ass, such lovely curves. I step behind you and lightly run my hand across your fanny, making you giggle. You know how much I enjoy "trapping" you at the sink, how hard it makes it for you to do the dishes, how much more fun it is when I play.

My lips brush your neck. I slowly move upwards to your earlobe and pull it gently into my mouth. I suck on it until I hear you moan just a little, then release. Back down your neck, up again, with light fleeting touches on your skin I kiss you.

I slowly bring my hands around your waist, to squeeze you to me, pressing myself against your ass. You wriggle, pushing back towards me, your firm butt rubbing my cock. I brush my fingertips along the sides of your breasts through the sweater, barely touching you. Another moan, and you press harder against me. Your earlobe back in my mouth I nibble on it, softly at first then more firmly. I cup your breasts in my hands, filling my palms with your firm globes. I squeeze them together and you tilt your head back and groan. Your eyes are closed, your mouth is open, and cutlery clatters into the sink. 

You lift your sweater, dripping from where it has hung into the sink. I slide my hands under it, reaching for your breasts. I lift them, bounce them in my hands for a moment and press them hard against you. I take your nipples between my fingertips, rolling them back and forth through the fabric. You have one of my favorite bras on, sheer and flimsy, and I can hold your nipples tightly. I pinch and release, over and over, all the while licking and kissing your ear. We grind our bodies together to the rhythm of my pinches. Your breaths are quick and shallow, your moans soft, your nipples hard. 

You pull the sweater over your head, and turn towards me. With your arms in the air your tits are exposed to me in all their glory. I press my lips between them, and you pull my head in deeper. I inhale you; the fine aroma of your perfume so carelessly traced in your cleavage as you dressed this morning, the heady scent of your flesh, tangy and slightly sweet from perspiration. 

Your skin is soft, warm and moist. I lick your breasts slowly, tracing lines and circles along the edge of your bra, teasing as I force my tongue towards a nipple. You reach behind yourself and unclasp the bra. As I back away you slowly let it fall, revealing yourself to me. Your firm pink nipples thrust towards me, and I kiss them, first one then the other and then the first again. Tiny kisses, just a quick touch of the lips and then gone, off to tease the other.

My hands are on your ass now, rubbing and squeezing. I run my fingers along the seam, barely between your legs. Your pants are damp. I kiss you, our lips hard against our teeth, our tongues meeting. You try to push your hand between us, searching for my cock, but I press my hips against yours and stop you.

I kneel in front of you, tugging at your zipper, pulling your pants to your knees. Your panties are soaked, and the scent of your juices intoxicates me. I kiss you and suck the wet fabric into my mouth. With my teeth I pull your panties down as far as I can, then help you step out of them.

I quickly clear the counter, and you hop on it, gingerly balancing yourself. I push your knees apart, opening your pussy wide. You shaved this morning and the deep pink lips glisten with moisture. You have such a beautiful cunt, fat brown outer lips and delicate pink inner folds. I lean forward and place my lips on your belly, kissing it hard. I trace a line down your stomach with my tongue, running a quick circle around your navel before continuing. I breathe deeply, pulling your essence into me. I pause at your mound, and move to your thigh. Little kisses, little bites, little licks and I slip down your leg, holding it in the air as I move to your foot. I suck your big toe into my mouth, and play on it with my tongue, always watching you.

I reach for your hand, take it and place it between your legs. I start to rub your fingers on your clit, still sucking your toe, still watching you. You take up the motion, pressing your clit, sliding between your lips, putting a little show on for me. You know I love to watch you masturbate. I change feet, licking the sole of your other, watching your fingers get wetter. I begin to kiss down your leg towards your shining fingers and waiting cunt.

When I reach your hand I kiss it, kiss your fingers, lick them. I use my tongue to push your fingers into your cunt, then gently pull with my teeth so you withdraw them. I lick them off, savoring the delicious taste. I lick your lips; you quiver and wet my face with a gush. I drink in your cum, and lick harder. I find your clit and flick it with my tongue. You pull the folds aside and I suck it into my mouth flicking it again and again. Your clit swells in my mouth, hardens like a little cock. I trace patterns around it with my tongue, and pull it deep into my mouth.

I push two fingers into you. I twist and wiggle them, touching all the smooth soft parts of your inner cunt until I find that hard spot inside you. As I lick your clit I rub there as it gets harder and you cum again, your juices dripping down my hand.

I unzip my pants, drop them to the floor and kick them aside. I grab my cock and rub it against your lips. You squirt all over me, a warm flood on my hand and balls. God that makes me crazy!! I have to fuck you! I pull you to the edge of the counter and slip my cock into you. You wrap your legs around my waist and pull me to you, guiding my thrusts with them. We kiss, hard and deep, almost forgetting to breathe. There is nothing but our two sweaty bodies, joined in passion. 

You squirt again. It electrifies me, spurs me on. I thrust faster, as hard as I can, wanting to make you cum again and again. I kiss your breasts, your neck, your mouth. We get louder and louder as we fuck. 

I'm going crazy. I have to cum or my head will explode. I want to be so deep inside you when I do. I press myself as hard as I can into you and cum.

We're both panting like animals. I have to push you back onto the counter. You're making those little whimpering sounds I like so much, and my knees are giving out. I collapse against you and we hug tightly. We're quiet, gathering ourselves, catching our breath. You notice how wet the floor and my legs are and we laugh about the mess we need to clean up.

But we don't move. Not yet. This is the best part. :) 

In The Kitchen



Standing at the sink doing the dishes, I hear you enter the room. Not paying much attention suddenly I feel your arms around me. A soft moan escapes my lips as your hands reach from underneath to gently cup my breasts. Your lips to my neck, you lick my skin, sending those shivers of delight throughout my body. 

Your hands massaging my breasts slowly. Thumb and forefingers gently playing with my hardening nipples. Feeling you press your body up against me. Hearing your breath in my ear. Being sandwiched between you and the sink, I can feel you push your hips into me. So sexy and sensuous, you know just what turns me on.

Your kisses traveling across my skin. I ask teasingly, "How am I supposed to do the dishes with you distracting me?" You reply, "Forget the dishes baby, I want to make love to you." You know just want I love to hear. I tell you, "I kinda like you right here" as I wiggle my ass against you. Feeling your bulge pressing against my ass. You oblige me by rubbing your hardness deeper against me. My moans of pleasure spurring you on to continue teasing me. I arch my back to feel your hands more firmly on my breasts. Cupping my hands under yours I squeeze your hands against my breasts tighter. You moan soft and sexy against my neck.

The dishes done now, I turn off the water. Bending my knees slightly I rub my ass against your manhood. I love the feel of you there. So erotic and hard against me, I can feel the tension of your lust. Your hands move to my hips to spin my around. My arms around your neck our lips meet sweetly. Turning my head to the side to kiss you deeply as you pin me to the sink with your body. 

Slowly and sensuously thrusting your hips into mine. Your hands roaming my back and hips. The passion of your touches matched by the passion of your tongue playing with mine. 

I reach down to grab your ass, pulling and holding you close to me. 

Our clothes in the way now we undress each other right there in the kitchen. The hot sexual tension between us filling the room. 

Your naked manhood pressed against me again as we kiss deeply. Passion and lust filling all my senses. The taste of your tongue. The feel of your hands caressing me. The smell of you. The sounds of you breathing heavily with me. 

Our mouths together you pull me toward the kitchen table. The hard edge of the table against my ass you start to kiss your way down my neck and chest. My hands on the table edge to steady myself I watch you travel down my breast. Cradling one and then the other in your hand as you kiss and lick my nipples. Arching my back to you as I moan. 

Your other hand reaching to my leg. Pulling my knee up and out to spread my legs for you. My foot finding the chair, I rest it there. Watching you trail kisses down my tummy I know where your going and I love it. 

Kneeling before me and driving your tongue between my lips quickly. A moan of pleasure escapes me as I feel you find my clit. Leaning back onto the table for support I close my eyes in ecstasy. Your fingers finding the opening of me, I shudder as you thrust two fingers deep inside me. I whisper "Lover, please, I want you inside me now." You moan as you drive deeper inside me. Your face buried within my sex I cant help but run my hand through your hair, holding you there briefly as my breath catches. You pull away and move back up to kiss me. The smell and taste of myself on your lips and tongue are so erotic as we deep french kiss. 

You pull away looking into my eyes, whispering to me that I should turn around. "MMMMMMMMMMM" I moan as I do your bidding. Leaning over the table I feel your hard cock rubbing between my wet lips. Up and down across my clit all the way to my ass. Over and over rubbing that hard cockhead all over my wetness. Making me moan for it, wanting you buried deep DEEP inside me. When you begin to slide into me my heart starts to pound as the orgasm builds within me. My breath quickens as you press all the way inside me. Your hands on my hips helping to pull me onto your hardness. Rocking against the hard table we get into a rhythm that just drives me wild. My moans louder, spurring you on to drive into me over and over. 

Each thrust a grunt of pure sex. We are both panting and moaning as my pussy starts to contract tighter around you. Every plunge into me sending me closer to the edge. When I feel your thumb start to press onto my asshole I start to shudder deep within my hot wet pussy. The feeling of your cock hitting the back wall of me again and again. The rush of adrenaline as my body explodes with orgasm. The sound of my scream sending you over the edge I feel you explode with me. Your cock pumping loads of hot thick cum deep within me keeping my orgasm going until we are both spent. Slowly moving together I milk the last of your cum from you with the muscles of my pussy. Wanting all you have to offer. Feeling you start to relax with me, our breath slowly coming back. 

Feeling the after shocks of a really good orgasm my pussy involuntarily pushes you out of me and we giggle. I turn around to face you and we hold each other tight as we kiss. Softly caressing each other we enjoy the afterglow together. We move together to the bedroom to lay in each others arms. Resting together and kissing. Talking about nothing in particular, just enjoying each other. Intimate and special, each time we make love is always wonderful. Thank you darling for inspiring another wet fantasy. :-) Have a great day,



In the Kitchen



I get home from work and begin to make dinner. When you arrive, dinner is ready and the table is set. I have a candles lit, the lights are turned down, and soft music is playing the background. You walk up behind me and wrap your strong arms around me. I lean my head back to rest it on your chest and you lean forward to kiss my neck. As you caress me with your warm kisses, excitement shoots through me. Your lips graze from my ears to my shoulders sending goose bumps down my legs.

I feel myself begin to heat up and swell with desire. I turn to face you and gaze into your clear blue eyes. Resting my hands on your face, I pull you into me and rest my lips upon yours. Your soft lips taste sweet and delicate. I run my tongue slowly on your top lip until I feel your lips part. Your tongue enters my mouth and swirls around my tongue, begging me to take you. I melt into your arms and passionately return the kiss. As we kiss I slide my hands down your chest pausing at your nipples. I can feel how hard they are through your shirt and I teasingly trace them. I begin to unbutton your shirt and after about the 4th button I push it off your shoulders and begin to kiss your chest. My tongue lightly traces your nipples and you can feel my lips squeezing them, taking them into my mouth.

Working my way back up, my lips glide up and down your neck and I take your ear lobe between my teeth and pull at it. You giggle a little. I feel your hands move off of my shoulders, softly making their way to my chest. I unbutton my blouse and you trace the edges of my bra with your fingers. My bra is lacey blue and you can see through it like I'm not wearing anything. My nipples harden with desire and you circle closer and closer to them with your fingers. 

I hop up on the counter top and with both hands you cup my breasts. With my hands behind me, I arch my back, pushing them closer to you. Kissing the tops of my breasts, I can feel your warm breath on me. You reach behind me and unhook my bra and as it slides down my arms you pull me into your chest. My breasts press against you and you kiss me more passionately than ever.

I hop off the counter top and fall to my knees. I want to take you in and suck you. I slide your pants down and being to kiss your thigh. Gently I run my fingers along your inner thighs, as I get closer to your hardness, I see you twitch with excitement. When my fingers reach you I begin to rub you very softly. I hear you moan as I tease you. I let my tongue explore your hardness. Starting at the base I lick up to the tip, without touching the tip, I move back down. After doing this a couple of times, I notice wetness coming from you. Dying to taste you, I take your tip in my mouth. My tongue moves around it like it is candy. I trace your ridge with my tongue and slowly move down. As you enter my mouth farther, I cup your balls and begin to rub them. Moving up and down your shaft I feel you getting harder and harder. Pulling your cock out of my mouth I linger on the tip and bite down a little, sucking it harder.

I pull off and walk about 3 feet away from you to the kitchen table, where our food is waiting, but instead of sitting down, I bend over and slowly lower my skirt. When you see my matching blue thongs you begin to walk towards me with clear intent. When you reach me, your hands begin to rub my bottom and I feel your cock rubbing my wetness. I reach back to slide my thongs down and I take you, grabbing your hard wet cock. I rub it against me, each time pushing it farther in me. When it finally enters me completely you moan feeling how hot and wet I am. I squeeze tightly around you and you pause for a minute to calm down. 

You lean over me, reaching around me to grab my breasts. You find my nipples and roll them in your fingers. I take one of your hands and suck on your fingers, one at a time I take one in and slowly pull it out. Then you stand tall and tell me to turn around, when I do you lift me up and take me to the couch.

You lay me down on the couch and push my thighs away from each other. You see my lips swollen with desire and when I feel your lips touch mine, I almost explode. Your tongue enters me with such purpose and lust that I can't control myself. I grab my tits and squeeze them with delight. My juices flow around your tongue and I call out to you to take me. 

Standing up, I feel you enter me and as you push deeper and deeper, I grab you and push you in and out at a steady pace. I want to feel every inch of you in me. I want, no I need to feel your hardness explode in me, sending me over the edge. As my breasts press against your hot chest, I kiss your neck and whisper in your ear, how sexy you are to me. I love every inch of you, your soul, your body and I want you to take me now. As I am whispering I feel you explode in me, you begin to pulse and I feel your hot juice fill me. I begin to climax at the same time, pulsing so hard around you that you bite down on your lips. I see your eyes close tightly with stimulation and I pull you close and kiss each eye gently.

As we calm down, we glance at the table and decide to eat later.



In The Kitchen



You are so far away from me today. I miss you.

I am looking at a photo of you, the one taken in your friend's kitchen. You told me you were drunk that night. You are dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. My eyes feed on your brown skin, your black hair all messed up, standing out in a hundred different directions. You are looking at the camera with a look in your eyes that excites me. It is how you look at me when you want me. 

I am there, in the kitchen with you, hungry, but food is the furthest thing from my mind. My hunger is for you. Your eyes are calling me to you. You set me on fire with those eyes and my body responds to you before I have even taken a breath. My legs turn to nothing, they cannot support me any longer, and heat shoots up between my legs and into the small of my back, right up my spine and into my cheeks until my face is hot with wanting, the heat of my longing.

So I move towards you, lean into you and rub my cheek against yours. I am standing so close but not touching you and I feel the current pass between us. I brush my lips over yours, and you feel my warm, cinnamon breath. I take your bottom lip between my teeth and pull gently on it. You turn slightly and I reach up and kiss you just above the neck of your white t-shirt.

Now I touch you, wrap my arms around your neck, and pull you up against me. I feel you hard between us, straining at your jeans. I reach an arm down between us and I squeeze you gently through the material. You move my hair over my shoulder and sink your teeth into my neck. You kiss me there, bite gently, and suck on my skin as my hand increases the pressure on your cock.

Your face is unshaven and rough against my soft skin, and I moan as you rub against me, my nipples so hard you can feel them against your chest. Suddenly you pull me hard into you, and slide down on the floor with me. You are on top of me, sliding my skirt up my legs as I open them for you. You reach a hand between my legs and push a finger into me. 

I am so ready for you, and your finger slides into my warmth, my deep, salty wetness. I moan and you kiss me to keep me quiet so that no one will hear us. You push my skirt up around my waist and bend my legs, part them as you kneel between me. I am not wearing panties and my pussy shines wetly for you. Waiting for you. You bend down and kiss me there. My hips raise involuntarily towards your mouth. 

My hands are in your beautiful black hair, my fingers gripping you gently. I try not to moan but I am delirious for you. I bite my lip as I try to be quiet, knowing that someone could walk in any minute, even though they should all be in bed. Again I feel your rough beard against my skin as your tongue moves up the inside of my thigh to that triangle of heat between my legs. You are driving me crazy with pleasure. Sweet pleasure.

Your tongue tastes me at last, pushing aside the petals that hide my clit. Your tongue pushes deeper, flicking, licking, and sucking the essence of me into your mouth until the juices of my pussy and your mouth mix. I am so high on you, the sensations you are creating with your sweet mouth and tongue. I can barely breathe, my head is thrown back as I pull on my nipples and squeeze my breasts together. Then your hand reaches up to join me explore my breasts, so warm as you cover my hand with yours.

I can no longer wait. I beg you. Beg you to fuck me. I want to feel your hardness inside me, filling me and stretching me. But you tease me, blowing on my pussy, pushing the tips of your two fingers inside me and then out again. I am now begging you, Then I hear you unzip your jeans. I see you big and hard, the head of your cock wet with pre cum. I want to taste you, to take you into my mouth and feel you swollen and hard for me.

Now you want to be inside me as much as I want you inside me. You move over me, your eyes looking into mine and I get lost in the ocean of your dark eyes. You lift my legs onto your shoulders, and we stare at each other, breathing in each other's heat, until then I reach down and wrap my hand around you. You are so hot and hard. I gently rub my hand over the head of your cock and with my thumb I feel the ridges, the wetness there. I lift my hand to my mouth and lick your juice off my skin.

You kiss me then. It's a hot and hungry kiss, as I taste my wetness transferred from my pussy to your lips and then mine. I want you more than ever in this moment, this kiss we share. I wrap my hand around your hardness, and I move your cock to the warm entrance of my pussy. I feel the head of you there pushing into me and then you slide so easily into me. 

"Slowly, slowly baby", I hear you say in some distant universe, as my legs wrap around your waist and pull you into me. You are now as deep as you can be inside me. My skin is wet like yours, the fire from my face spreading down my throat and breasts until I look as if I have been running, pink, flushed, and happy. You lie still inside me, watching me while I squeeze you gently with my pussy, my muscles embracing your hardness. I have you in the sweetest trap, my sweet enemy, my prisoner. As you trail kisses down my throat you raise yourself on your arms above me.

You look at me, see wanting in my eyes, and you pull back until your cock is almost free and push back towards my centre. You slowly build a pressure, in and out of me, sliding up and down the soft tunnel of my sex. I raise my hips to meet you as you slide back inside me. Each time I dig my fingers into your back, urging you to go deeper and faster. As the speed builds we are both breathing hard, whispering sweet words in each other's ears. But soon we cannot speak and I am near the point of orgasm. You see this in my face and you grind into me faster and harder, your balls slapping against me, as the wet sound of our fucking echoes in the kitchen.

I start to cum on your cock. I say your name over, and over, my muscles releasing all their tension against you, gripping you, squeezing you. I open my eyes so that you can see my pleasure as you pump in and out of me. You can't hold back any longer. You whisper to me as you bury your face in my neck. " I am cumming. " I feel your spasm, your cock release its hot load inside my pussy, your cum mixing with mine. Wave after wave of your heat empties into me, and I hold you tightly, milking every, last drop of you with my pussy. 

You lie heavy on top of me, our hearts beating drums against each other's skin. The fire is getting dimmer as we lie there trying to breath normally again. Your cock still inside me, my legs around your waist digging into you as if I want to keep you there forever, like this. 



In The Kitchen



I lean against the wall, wine glass in one hand, as you talk about your day. Your movements are fluid as you peel and chop and taste. You pick up a small knife with a sharp serrated edge, swallow a mouthful of wine, then reach for a pepper and start slicing. The pepper is bright yellow - the colour that children pick to draw the sun - except for a blush of orange around one pouting oval end. Your fingers are quick and deft and confident as you slice, throw the seeds and the fleshy core into the bin, and scrape the mismatched golden slices into the simmering pan. Beside the stove is a large wooden pepper grinder, the wood pale and smooth, the grain following its subtle sensuous curves You pick it up and grind pepper into the spaghetti sauce you're building, then continue holding it as you talk, your strong fingers running absently along its grooves. 

I put my wine down and walk to you, take the grinder from you and run my hands up your neck to the soft hair that curls onto your collar. Pull you towards me. You kiss me, so softly at first that it's like imagination, then harder as my breath quickens. Your lips are sure and certain and warm and it feels completely right.

Your emails have been exciting me all day, the passion of what you couldn't say making me tremble and my nipples harden to flushed excited peaks beneath my soft cotton shirt. Every time the new mail icon appeared on my screen this afternoon, my heart thudded and my cheeks burned. Every time I met your eyes across the desk in our crowded office, the intensity of your gaze and the passion in it sent a shock through me, making me crave your touch.

I whisper this to you as you turn off the stove, as you undo the buttons on my skirt and shirt with exquisite slowness. As you unhook my bra and let my heavy breasts fall into your hands, as you slide my damp knickers down my legs, I tell you that for most of the afternoon, I've been aroused enough that you could have slipped effortlessly into me. That your cock inside me and your gentle stroking would have sent me into a hot clenching orgasm around you. You kiss me again when I tell you that, your tongue against my lips, inside my mouth, touching mine, curling and stroking and licking me into a moment where I'm all feeling and there's no conscious thought.

Eventually I'm naked in front of you, apart from my stockings and heels, while you're still fully clothed, your sleeves rolled up and the crisp curl of hair that's visible in the cutaway neck of your T-shirt making me want to taste you. I lean forward half an inch and delicately lick the place where the soft skin of your neck meets your smooth white collarbone. You taste of salt and spices and that warm sweetness that's uniquely you. You take a harsh deep breath and I do it again, then move my mouth to your ear. My breath tickles your skin as I whisper about the ache between my thighs that's been building all day. I nibble your earlobe, making you moan - and suddenly you push me away, take control. You hold me at arms' length, your fingers around my narrow wrists, and look me up and down, your gaze burning me until my skin is crawling with electricity. I bite my lip, the dull pain a welcome focus for my heightened senses. 

You drop my wrists, and I take that as a signal to move towards you. I reach for you with trembling fingers and lift your T-shirt to reveal your long lean torso. Your flat smooth stomach. The line of hair running from between your ribs to your chest. Your erect brown nipples. You lift your arms and I tug your shirt over your head. You stand before me, half-exposed, and the expression in your eyes takes my breath away. We face each other, eyes locked, not touching, not speaking, holding the tension until I can't stand it any longer. I put my hand on your belt, undo your buckle and slide it from the loops on your jeans. I try to unfasten your top button but it's too stiff and I'm shaking too much. You help me slide it out of the hole, then abruptly pull at the material so that the rest of your buttons come undone in one smooth movement. You stand in front of me with your jeans open and your blue cotton boxer shorts visible. I reach around and push them over your hips and down your legs until they're around your calves and you can step out of them, kick them away.

You're finally naked before me and so beautiful you take my breath away. Your skin is glowing and your body is thin, long, taut. Your cock is long and swollen, a thick throbbing vein visible. I place my hands on your waist and for the first time, I feel the thrill of your warm skin against mine. Very softly, I lick your lips with the tip of my tongue and you kiss me hungrily. I pull you closer, skin to skin, my soft curved stomach against your hard lean one, legs tangled. I want more. I lean forward to kiss your neck again, then bend and put my mouth on your nipple. I flick my tongue across it and feel it harden instantly. I hold your waist for balance and graze the edge with my teeth. Let you feel the sharpness and the possibility. You make an incoherent sound and tangle your fingers in my hair. I suck harder, then bite gently, and feel your cock swell against my thigh. I bury my nose in your chest hair and inhale the clean soapy smell of you, underlaid by something more recent and raw: the smell of your arousal. I move my mouth to your other nipple and without any preliminaries this time, bite again, slightly harder, as though you're delicious fruit and I'm desperately thirsty.

Sliding my hands down your hips, you thighs, I kiss and lick a path down to your cock. My lips are swollen and moist against your skin. I move slowly, teasing myself as well as you with restraint over my desire to taste you.

Eventually I crouch, legs wide apart, enjoying the feel of air against my hot sensitive skin and my swollen clit. Imagine I'm crouched over your face, your tongue on me, your fingers inside me.

I take your cock in my right hand, extend my tongue and taste the bead of liquid that has formed at the tip. You moan again and your hands are in my hair again, pulling hard. Suddenly I can't prolong the teasing any more and I move to engulf you with my hot wet mouth. I suck and lick and taste you, rubbing your length with one hand, and gently stroking myself with the other. I'm so aroused that it's almost painful. You're breathing hard and gasping out half-formed unintelligible words and I'm loving it, loving the taste and the sounds and the sight of you when I raise my eyes. Mostly your head is thrown back, your eyes closed and your mouth half-open: occasionally you look down and I feel you tremble as you watch my lips around your cock while my tongue strokes the tip. Whenever your eyes meet mine, it's like a jolt of electricity and my cunt spasms in sympathy.

As I watch you, your face changes and you move your hands to my shoulders, try to push me away. I suck harder, swirl my tongue faster and tell you without words, with everything I have, that I want you to come in my mouth. I swallow the length of you, deep and wet and hot, and place both hands on your beautiful tight arse, pull you deeper, pull your cheeks apart and stroke your hole, and you moan again, louder. I look up and your eyes are closed, and suddenly your cock swells and throbs and leaps and there's a spurt of delicious come, and another and another, as you grunt and cry it out. You thrust harder and harder and there's so much, it's all I can do to swallow. I drink it down, drink you down, and I fucking love it. I love your excitement, your arousal, love the fact I made you come, that I turned you on, that I did this, that you did this for me.



In The Kitchen



I lean against the wall, wine glass in one hand, as you talk about your day. Your movements are fluid as you peel and chop and taste. You pick up a small knife with a sharp serrated edge, swallow a mouthful of wine, then reach for a pepper and start slicing. The pepper is bright yellow - the colour that children pick to draw the sun - except for a blush of orange around one pouting oval end. Your fingers are quick and deft and confident as you slice, throw the seeds and the fleshy core into the bin, and scrape the mismatched golden slices into the simmering pan. Beside the stove is a large wooden pepper grinder, the wood pale and smooth, the grain following its subtle sensuous curves You pick it up and grind pepper into the spaghetti sauce you're building, then continue holding it as you talk, your strong fingers running absently along its grooves.

I put my wine down and walk to you, take the grinder from you and run my hands up your neck to the soft hair that curls onto your collar. Pull you towards me. You kiss me, so softly at first that it's like imagination, then harder as my breath quickens. Your lips are sure and certain and warm and it feels completely right.

Your emails have been exciting me all day, the passion of what you couldn't say making me tremble and my nipples harden to flushed excited peaks beneath my soft cotton shirt. Ever time the new mail icon appeared on my screen this afternoon, my heart thudded and my cheeks burned. Every time I met your eyes across our desk in the crowded office, the intensity of your gaze and the passion in them sent a shock through me, making me crave your touch.

I whisper this to you as you turn off the stove, as you undo the buttons on my skirt and shirt with exquisite slowness. As you unhook my bra and let my heavy breasts fall into your hands, as you slide my damp knickers down my legs, I tell you that for most of the afternoon, I've been aroused enough that you could have slipped effortlessly into me. That your cock inside me and your gentle stroking would have sent me into a hot clenching orgasm around you. You kiss me again when I tell you that, your tongue against my lips, inside my mouth, touching mine, curling and stroking and licking me into a moment where I'm all feeling and there's no conscious thought.

Eventually I'm naked in front of you, apart from my stockings and heels, while you're still fully clothed, your sleeves rolled up and the crisp curl of hair that's visible in the cutaway neck of your T-shirt making me want to taste you. I lean forward half an inch and delicately lick the place where the soft skin of your neck meets your smooth white collarbone. You taste of salt and spices and that warm sweetness that's uniquely you. You take a harsh deep breath and I do it again, then move my mouth to your ear. My breath tickles your skin as I whisper about the ache between my thighs that's been building all day. I nibble your earlobe, making you moan - and suddenly you push me away, take control. You hold me at arms' length, your fingers around my narrow wrists, and look me up and down, your gaze burning me until my skin is crawling with electricity. I bite my lip, the dull pain a welcome focus for my heightened senses.

You drop my wrists, and I take that as a signal to move towards you. I reach for you with trembling fingers and lift your T-shirt to reveal your long lean torso. Your flat smooth stomach. The line of hair running from between your ribs to your chest. Your erect brown nipples. You lift your arms and I tug your shirt over your head. You stand before me, half-exposed, and the expression in your eyes takes my breath away. We face each other, eyes locked, not touching, not speaking. I put my hand on your belt, undo your buckle and slide it from the loops on your jeans. I try to unfasten your top button but it's too stiff and I'm shaking too much. You help me slide it out of the hole, then abruptly pull at the material so that the rest of your buttons come undone in one smooth movement. You stand in front of me with your jeans open and your blue cotton boxer shorts visible. I reach around and push them over your hips and down your legs until they're around your calves and you can step out of them, kick them away.

You're finally naked, and beautiful before me. Your skin is glowing and your body is thin, long, taut. Your cock is long and swollen; half-erect, a thick throbbing vein visible. I place my hands on your waist and for the first time, I feel the thrill of your whole warm skin against mine. I lick your lips softly and you kiss me hungrily. I pull you closer, skin to skin, my soft curved stomach against your hard lean one, legs tangled. I want more. I lean forward to kiss your neck again, then bend and put my mouth on your nipple. I flick my tongue across it and feel it harden instantly. I hold your waist for balance and graze the edge with my teeth. Let you feel the sharpness and the possibility. You make an incoherent sound and tangle your fingers in my hair. I suck harder, then bite gently, and feel your cock swell against my thigh. I bury my nose in your chest hair and inhale the clean soapy smell of you, underlaid by something more recent and raw: the smell of your arousal. I move my mouth to your other nipple and without any preliminaries this time, bite again, slightly harder, as though you're delicious fruit and I'm desperately thirsty.

Sliding my hands down your hips, you thighs, I kiss and lick a path down to your cock. My lips are swollen and moist against your skin. I move slowly, teasing myself as well as you with restraint over my desire to taste you.

Eventually I crouch, legs wide apart, enjoying the feel of air against my hot sensitive skin. Imagine I'm crouched over your face, your tongue on me, your fingers inside me.

I take your cock in my right hand, extend my tongue and taste the bead of liquid that has formed at the tip. You moan again and your hands are in my hair again, pulling hard. Suddenly I can't prolong the teasing any more and I move to engulf you with my hot wet mouth. I suck and lick and taste you, rubbing your length with one hand, and gently stroking myself with the other. I'm so aroused that it's almost painful. You're breathing hard and gasping out half-formed unintelligible words and I'm loving it, loving the taste and the sounds and the sight of you when I raise my eyes. Mostly your head is thrown back, your eyes closed and your mouth half-open: occasionally you look down and I feel you tremble as you watch my lips around your cock while my tongue strokes the tip. Whenever your eyes meet mine, it's like a jolt of electricity and my cunt spasms in sympathy.

As I watch you, your face changes and you move your hands to my shoulders, try to push me away. I suck harder, swirl my tongue faster and tell you with everything I have that I want you to come in my mouth. I swallow the length of you, deep and wet and hot, and place both hands on your beautiful tight arse, pull you deeper and you moan again, louder. I look up and your eyes are closed, and suddenly your cock swells and throbs and leaps and there's a spurt of delicious come, and another and another, as you grunt and cry it out. You thrust harder and harder and there's so much, it's all I can do to swallow. I drink it down, drink you down, and I fucking love it. I love your excitement, your arousal, love the fact I made you come, that I turned you on, that I did this, that you did this for me.  



In the Kitchen



I woke up to the sound of her tinkering around in the kitchen. When I walked in, she was leaning over, putting something back in the refrigerator. She didn't see me at first, so I just stood there quietly admiring the view.

She was dressed in nothing but a long tee shirt, barely down to her thighs, and a pair of hot pink bikini panties which was clearly visible through the thin material of the white cotton tee. I just gazed at her ass, her slender waist, feeling my cock begin to twitch in a not-unwanted way.

She stood up, let the door shut and turned toward the sink. She saw me standing there then, and smiled bashfully as I saw her face turn a shade of red in embarrassment.

"Oh...I thought you were still sleeping," she said quietly.

"Just woke up," I told her. "How'd you sleep?"

"Not too well," she said. "The couch was comfortable, but...just hard to sleep. My mind wouldn't shut off...How about you?"

I hadn't slept well at all. I was thinking about this girl from the moment she walked in to my apartment, but didn't want to act on what I was thinking. I went to sleep with a hard on, and woke up with a hard on thinking about her. "Not too great, either," I told her. 

She turned toward the sink and started washing up a couple of the dishes that had been in the sink from the night before. With her back to me, I stroked my dick as I again admired how hot she looked standing there in my kitchen with only that tee shirt on. The girl blew my mind, and I knew she would from all of the texting, messaging and talking we did on the phone for the past several months. Now was the time, I couldn't hold back in acting out the scenarios I had been playing in my head for the past year.

I walked up behind her, put a hand on each of her shoulders and massaged them gently. She stiffened at first, but then loosened up as I rubbed her shoulders. She turned her head this way and that and moaned low but audibly.

"Mmm...that feels so good..." she said.

I pulled her hair off of the left side of her neck and kissed her neck gently. Seeing as she wasn't complaining, I kissed her throat passionately, pressing my lips against her lily flesh. I licked her neck, and when she moaned again I slid my right hand around her shoulder to caress her face, her cheeks, her mouth. My left hand found its way down to the left side of the hem of the tee shirt and I raised her shirt up a little, feeling her belly, her navel. She opened her lips as my fingers ran over them, and I held my fingers to her mouth. Her tongue came out slowly but purposely and she licked my fingers playfully.

I reached further up her shirt and found her right breast and caressed it. I massaged her tit, then the other, then back to the first as I bent a finger and pressed it into her mouth. Moaning, she took it in with pleasure and started sucking it. I tweaked her nipples, pinching them between my thumb and forefinger. They were both hard and protruding the material of her thin tee as I continued to play with the nipples and caressing her breasts.

I sucked on her neck and played with her tits for several minutes as she sucked first one of my fingers, then another, moaning and humming the whole time they were in her mouth.

I slid both sides of her shirt up then, exposing her ass in the thin hot pink material of her panties and her waist. I cupped both of her breasts then, wiggling my fingers on the hot soft flesh as I held the size c tits in both hands.

She turned her head more to the left, and I kissed her mouth. Our tongues immediately came out to meet each other, and we let them play together frantically, longingly.

After several minutes, I pulled the shirt up the rest of the way and over her head. I kissed her neck again, then worked my way down her back to between her shoulder blades. I kissed and licked her back, running my tongue slowly down, down, down the length of her soft back. I kissed her tramp stamp: a heart with wings on each side.

I knelt behind her and pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing her ass. I palmed a buttock in each hand and massaged it gently at first, but then a bit roughly as I came in to lick her buttocks. First one, then the other. She leaned over the sink to give me better access, to welcome my mouth, my tongue to her most private of areas on her beautiful body. I pulled her buttocks apart, letting my tongue out as far as it would go and licked her anus. I licked her asshole hungrily, running my tongue from her crotch to just above her asshole. Then, I pushed the tip of my tongue into her ass and wiggled it, eating her.

She bent over further, leaning completely over the edge of the sink now. I pulled her hands to her ass and she pulled her buttocks apart and held them there as I continued to lick and suck her asshole. I reached down further and licked her crotch. She spread her legs as much as she could to give me better access, and for the first time I finally got to meet this girl's pussy up close and personal. I licked the lips of her pussy pulling them apart playfully as I worked my tongue all around her vagina, her lips and finally finding her clit. I tongued it, then worked my way over her lips again, kissing and sucking as I went along.

Her panties had already fell to the floor and she had stepped out of them. Now I sat down on the floor and she raised one leg up to where her knee was actually on the counter. She pushed herself down on my face, grinding her pussy into my mouth, which was already good and wet due to my own saliva and the juice which was flowing from her pussy.

I had been wanting to get with this girl for so long, I was in my glory. She was into it as well...she had been feeling toward me the same way, though not quite as long. I ate her pussy, licking her cunt lips and flicking my tongue at her clit. I caught it between my teeth and nibbled very gently, then just pressed my mouth on her clit and massaged it with my lips. I then worked my tongue back to her pussy lips, eating and sucking all the way, then licked her crotch back to her asshole.

As I licked and sucked at the girl's asshole, I pushed the tip of my finger in her anus. Out, then back in. I worked up some saliva in my mouth, doused my finger and pushed it in again, this time a little deeper. I wiggled the tip of my finger, then pushed it in still deeper, up to the second knuckle. I slid my finger in and out of her ass, then pushed in a second finger to loosen her up a little more. As I finger-fucked her ass hole, I licked her crotch and pussy, still tongueing her cunt lips and her clit. Soon I worked in a third finger, although I held them pressed together as I pushed them into her ass.

The girl moaned, thoroughly enjoying the finger-fucking. Soon afterward, she brought her leg off the counter and bent over in front of me. I finger-fucked her some more with my right hand, and with my left massaged her clit. I pushed the fingers of my left hand into her pussy as I fingered her ass with my right hand. She gyrated her hips, wanting me to keep going, and to start going harder.

By then, I thought she was ready. I stood up and turned her back toward the sink and bent her over, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to fuck your little ass now!"

"...yes..." she moaned. "...oh, yeah...fuck me. Fuck my ass!"

She was already wet...very wet, mostly from her pussy but also because of her ass being fingered. I dropped my sleeper pants and underwear and stepped out of them. My cock was hard, waiting for action. I rubbed the tip with my finger, and spread the little bit of precum on the girl's asshole. I rubbed my dick between her legs, getting it moist from her pussy, then stuck the head of it into her ass. She moaned, I pushed it in a little bit deeper. 

"...oh, yeah..." she whispered, pushing her hips slowly back to me, pushing her ass onto my cock. I pulled it most of the way out, then back in, out, in...I started fucking her ass slowly at first, finding a rhythm and pushing it in deeper with every stroke. Within minutes it was in to the hilt, my pubes pressing against her buttocks and my balls bouncing off her pussy as I fucked her ass harder and harder.

Seeing that she was into it, and knowing already that she liked getting fucked in the ass, I started fucking her harder and harder, slamming my cock deep into her ass with each thrust. My fingers found her mouth again and she started sucking them on and off through her moans and cries of ecstasy as I plunged my dick over and over again, ramming her ass and opening up her asshole wider and wider to accept the fucking she was getting.

Then, several minutes later, standing there in my small kitchen, we both came. I thrusted my last thrust deep into her and held it there as I came powerfully, filling her ass with cum like I had wanted to for the better part of a year. She came, too, and with my left hand I massaged her pussy as it squirted onto my hand, soaking my fingers and splashing on to the floor.

We held that position for what seemed like an eternity as we both came to orgasm. Finally I slid my softening cock out of her ass and turned her around to face me. Leaning on the kitchen sink, we kissed. We embraced, holding each other very tightly, neither wanting to release the other.

"That was so great..." I whispered into her ear.

"Yes," she agreed, softly. "I wanted you for so long..."



In the Kitchen



It was a quiet afternoon. I had spent the day reading and relaxing out by the pool. Summer freedom is my favorite perk of being a teacher. I gazed out over the pool and deck as I stood by the kitchen sink preparing fresh salad greens for dinner. There were still several hours to pass before you were due to come home, but I wanted time to shower and freshen up, to get ready for our evening together after the children had gone to bed.

I rinsed the mixed greens and grabbed a cucumber and some tomatoes. As I washed the cucumber, my hands stroked the firm vegetable, my memory comparing its length and girth to yours. It felt downright criminal when I removed the knife from the block and began peeling and then slicing. Relieved to be done with the cucumber, I chopped the tomato next. I was just putting all the vegetables in the large wooden salad bowl when I heard the garage door downstairs. I was not expecting you home so early. I set aside the bowl of salad and walked to get a set of placements from the drawer.

As I pushed the drawer in, I felt your presence behind me, your hands roaming over my ass. I hadn't even heard you come upstairs. I sighed and leaned back against you as your hands traveled over my hips then slid around me and inside my shirt. I moaned quietly when your hands slid over my bra, then pushed inside to pinch my nipples gently. I melted against you, my butt cheeks feeling your hard-on swelling in your slacks. 

You pulled my shirt off over my head and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts for your hands to caress. You set the garments on the counter and rubbed your palms in small circles over my nipples and kissed my neck, sending fiery tingles through my body. I could feel them all the way to my core. My breathing became more labored as you continued. Finally, you grabbed my hips and swiveled me around to face you. By now I was hot and wet, ready for you to take me. I began to reach for your pants, grabbing at the belt buckle. You, however, had different ideas and pushed my hands away.

Slowly, deliberately, you unsnapped my shorts, unzipped them, and slid them down my long legs, pulling my cotton bikini with them. You pushed the clothes aside with your foot and stood admiring my slender body for a moment. Then you picked me up and put me on the counter, sliding my ass to the edge. Holding my head in your hands, you kissed me deeply before continuing down my neck, my chest. You moved from side to side, kissing and sucking one tit and then the other. I resisted grabbing your head and pressing you to me, knowing that I could be patient and enjoy it even more.

By now, I was leaning back, my hands on the counter, propping me up. I tilted my head back and moaned as you gave each nipple a firm nip and then traced your way down my flat stomach. Again, you moved side to side, planting open mouthed kisses on each hip bone, sliding slowly down to my inner thighs. Your hands curved around and held my ass, the fingers touching right at the top of my crack.

When your tongue finally flicked out and touched my clit, I gasped out loud, my hips involuntarily curling forward. Your tongue worked my clit, circling and teasing, and then moved down to my slit. When you sank your tongue deep inside me, I thought I was going to die of pleasure.

But then two fingers, curved sweetly in a come-hither position, snaked their way deep inside me and you began stroking my core, beckoning me to cum. As your fingers worked inside me and your mouth suckled my clit, I could feel the orgasm building. It was one of those quick, intense ones, centered on my clitoris, but with a deeper rolling g-spot orgasm rumbling behind it as well. I could barely keep myself seated upright on the counter as I shuddered violently, the climax making me weak all over.

You stood, smiling, and leaned in to kiss me. I eagerly kissed you back, tasting my juices on your lips, in your mouth. I pulled your hand up to my mouth and sucked your fingers clean, relishing my tangy, fresh taste on them. You smiled again and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter while you fumbled one-handed with your belt buckle.

Sensing your struggle, I slid off the counter and quickly released your belt and your pants. I pushed them down to the floor and kneeled in front of you. You stepped out of them, and I quickly shoved them aside. I ran my hands up your legs, resting them on your hips. I kissed your hips, your stomach, your thighs. I licked the crease all the way down the left side until my nose rested against your balls. I breathed in your scent and ran my tongue flatly across your boys, eventually taking them gently in my mouth. 

As my warm mouth enveloped your jewels, you moaned slightly and leaned back a bit, giving me better access. I put my left hand on your hip and pushed you back so I could drag my tongue from behind your boys all the way up your shaft, right to the head. My tongue played around the head, licking and swirling, tracing the ridge, making you begin to squirm with ecstasy. Then I took your cock fully in my mouth, sucking you in until the head touched the back of my throat. I used my hand on your hip to push you back, and I continued sucking as my mouth returned to your tip. I ran a pointed tongue gently over your slit and juggled your balls gently back and forth. Using my hand to direct you, I began to pump you in and out, letting you fuck my mouth.

I felt you tense up, to begin to work the rhythm with me, and I picked up the pace. With continued strokes, I began to sense your whole body tightening. I felt your balls tighten, ready to explode. Knowing you were tired from a long day at work, I froze, holding you immobile with my hand on your hip, your cock deep in my mouth. I pulled your balls down from your body, forcing them to relax and loosen up a bit. You teetered on the brink of cumming, and then your breathing slowed, steadied. I tasted salty pre-cum in my mouth as I began to lick you gently all over, from head to base.

You pulled me up from my knees and kissed me deeply, your tongue swirling with mine. Then you picked me up and set me on the counter. Pulling up close to me, you positioned yourself in front, the tip of your cock touching my engorged pussy lips. You held it there, and then slipped me off the counter, right onto your shaft. I gasped as you went in completely. I wrapped my legs around your waist, still catching my breath, amazed at how deep you were inside me. Wrapping your arms around me and grabbing my ass cheeks, you carried me toward the kitchen table.

Halfway there, you stopped and just stood there a moment. You kissed me, your tongue tangling with mine. As we kissed, I flexed my vagina, gently massaging your cock with my inner muscles. You carried me over to the table and set me down. The wooden table felt cool and smooth under my ass. You began to slowly pump your cock in and out of my wet pussy. We both leaned in to watch your beautiful penis, slick with my juices, slowly slide in and out of me. Our breathing became heavier as we became more and more turned on by the view. I looked up at you and we both knew it was time to change things up. We just couldn't take this slow torture any longer.

You pulled out and stepped back, helping me down from the table. Without a word, I turned around and bent over the table. I lifted my left leg, placing my knee on the tabletop. I felt your hands on my hips as I turned to look back at you. Your concentration was focused on my sweetly curved ass and dripping cunt as you guided your cock to my smooth pussy lips.

Teasing me, you pushed just the head inside and moved your hips in a small circle. I whimpered, trying desperately to push back onto you, but you pulled back each time I pushed. Still, just the head remained inside me, so deliciously sweet and torturous. I began to undulate my hips to match your circles, and the feelings were incredible. I heard you moan, too, and I knew my strategy was working. With a few more circles, you groaned and rammed your cock all the way inside me.

The depth of that first stroke caught me by surprise. I grasped the edges of the table and held on as you began to drill me from behind, each time stroking me so deeply I could feel it throughout my entire body. My knee began to tremble and my leg slipped down from the table.

In one swift motion, you raised your foot and put it on the chair. I began to meet your strokes, moaning, "Oh god, oh god, oh god" as a long rolling orgasm rippled through my body. You must have felt my contractions because I felt you push even deeper for one final stroke and hold it, your cock throbbing as you came inside me.

You moved slowly in and out a few more times, enjoying the sensation of my pulsing walls on your sensitive head. Leaning forward, you rested your chest on my back. Your hands stroked lightly up my sides, grazed my flattened breasts, my armpits, my arms. You laid your hands on top of mine where they curved at the table's edge, your fingers grasped my wrists. We relaxed there moment, synchronizing our breathing. Then you stood up and slowly pulled away. Grasping my hand, you led me upstairs to the shower.

Later as we were seated at the table, I found it difficult to make small talk as we ate our salads. And when I cleared the table, I couldn't help but pause and caress the smooth wood table top and edge.



In The Kitchen



Another quick piece of smut for your enjoyment.

I wish to thank EmeraldKitten for her inspiration and support.

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My lady and I have had a little soirée. OK, we had a barbecue. Friends over. Hot dogs, hamburgers, bratwursts and ribs cooked. Beer and wine coolers drunk. A lot of talk, a little volleyball and a good time had by all.

But it's a lot of work cleaning up after. So here we are, late at night finishing up the dishes. I'm washing and she's drying. I'm not paying much attention to my work. As is so often the case my gaze is fixed on her, with her dark red hair, sparkling brown eyes and sweet smile. And let's not forget the rest of her, full figured and gorgeous.

I pull a glass form the sudsy water and a sly thought hits me. I don't quite soak up all the water from the glass as I pass it to her, I tilt it and a thin line of water runs across her blouse where the garment covers her lovely breasts.

I struggle to keep neutral expression on my face but I can feel the corners of my mouth tugging into a smile. Reaching to the rack I take up a dry towel and make motions as if I'm attempting to blot up the water. "I'm sorry sweetheart," I say to her.

Her eyes flicker down to my hands and then up to my face. Her eyebrows rise in disbelief. "Uh-huh. I'm sure you are." I continue to stroke the blots of water, and the tender skin underneath.

She puts her towel down and turns to face me, a hand on her right hip. "And just what do you think you're doing, sir?" she asks. Her own mouth twitches at the corners. Like me, she's trying to hide a smile.

"I'm merely trying to rectify a grievous error that I have made," I reply. I continue my light strokes. "This doesn't seem to be working though. I guess we'll just have to get you out of this wet shirt. I wouldn't want you to catch cold or anything like that."

"Oh, how kind," she responds with a little smirk. Her hands undo the top button of her blouse. "And you're absolutely right, that towel is doing nothing." Two more buttons come free, her full cleavage coming into view. "I wouldn't want to turn into a germ..." More buttons come undone revealing the soft skin of her tummy.

She stops suddenly and I raise my face to hers. She has a poor approximation of a suspicious look on it, the grin trying to poke through ruining her acting. "This wasn't just a ploy to get me out of my shirt, was it?"

"I'll never tell," I respond with a grin.

Her smile breaks out into the open. "I knew it, you cheater!" Her eyes dance at me.

"It seems a little unfair though that you have to undress." I tell her. Reaching into the sink I splash a little water on myself. A few drops land on my T-shirt. "I guess I'll have to remove mine now." And I do, pulling it up over my head.

She laughs out loud as I spatter myself. "Yes, yes, get that mean old wet shirt off of ya. We can't have you catching a chill either."

She unfastens the last button on her blouse, rolls her shoulders making the fabric fall free. I can feel my face and chest grow warm at the sight of her. It seems I can already taste her sweet skin.

I put a surprised expression on my face. "Oh look," I say. "Your skin's wet. We can't have that." I reach over to the tops of her breasts and run my fingers lightly over them, sweeping away tiny drops of water.

She freezes as I touch her. A light shiver passes though her body and she pulls in a quiet hiss of air. She straightens her arms, letting the sleeves of her blouse slide down them and her garment hits the floor.

"Oh dear," she exclaims, "You've got some water on you too." Her fingers dip into the sink and she flicks a few drops on me. "That simply won't do." She steps in close, head tipping slightly and her tongue traces the tiny paths of liquid on my neck and collarbone.

My body quivers as she plays with me. I start to harden and my prick strains against my underwear. Taking her waist in my hands, I run my palms up her flanks. As they reach the fabric of her bra I run my hands to the underside of her breasts, teasing the sensitive skin. My fingers take her nipples through the nylon and roll them gently.

She steps a little closer, her chest almost touching me. Her back arches and presses her tits into my hands. She sighs, gasps, trails kisses and nibbles across my neck and shoulder.

My hand returns to the sink. Pulling it out I track dribbles of water across her breasts, some soaking into her undergarment. They shine points of light, quivering with her breath.

My lady smiles, her arms go to the hooks of her bra, then pauses. "Would you like to do the honours?" she asks, her breath fanning across my damp skin.

"Allow me, please," I reply and I reach for the clasp. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and leans back to look at me.

My hands are shaking slightly with excitement so my first attempt to unhook her is unsuccessful. So is the second. A grin grows on her face. "Damn," I mutter, "sometimes I think Houdini would have problems with these things."

"God, you're adorable," she remarks. Her eyes twinkle at me in amusement.

My third attempt succeeds and the back of her bra falls free.

"Hooray!" she cheers, giving me a wink. Moving the straps down her arms she tosses her apparel to one side. "So? Where were we?"

"I can't quite recall," I tell her. I dip my hand in the sink and move it so it drips liquid across her. "I think one of us had gotten water on the other. Like this."

She shudders as the coolness hits her. Goose bumps rise on her skin. "Th, that sound's about right."

"And the other was licking it off, like this." I place my lips on her shoulder and run them over her soft skin. Sweeping back and forth I move down, over the sensitive surface of her breast. When I reach the nipple I move my head away. A single drop of water glistens on the rosy peak. Puckering my mouth, I inhale and the liquid is sucked into it. I place my mouth over her nipple and roll it softly with the tips of my teeth. The texture of it changes as her body responds to me.

Her head tilts back and a hissing moan of pleasure oozes from her. "I, I do believe you have it right," she stammers. One hand grips the countertop to steady herself. The fingers of the other take a loop of my shorts and try to pull me towards her.  

Knowing what she wants I stand, take her ass in my hands and pull her close. I feel her stiff nipples dig into me and the warm flesh of her tits spread on my chest. The sensation of her goose bumps causes my skin to raise its own in response. Moving my head in close I kiss her hard. I adore the taste and feel of her mouth.

Her tongue plays with mine, demanding my attention. She rises on her toes, running her breasts across me and we shudder.

Letting go of her lovely buttocks for a second I dip both hands in the sink, then cup them once more. I feel her smile against my mouth. Pulling my head back, I smirk and say, "Oh darn. I guess those will have to come off now as well."

She grins back. "You're so predictable, Mr. H2O. You're not sneaky. I'm on to you." Arching an eyebrow she steps back, her fingers going to the snap of her jeans.

"Once again, please, allow me." Gently I direct her fingers away from the button and undo it myself. I grasp the tab of the zipper and draw it down. Kneeling, I undo her shoes. "Lift your feet please." She does and I pull her shoes and socks free. Taking the waist of both jeans and panties in my hands I tug them down the shapely columns of her legs. My mouth lays little kisses at random intervals as her pale, tasty skin is revealed.

I look up and she winks at me. We smile as one, letting each other know what joy we feel at that moment.

With a sudden movement I stand, take her under her thighs and lift her to the counter. My lady let loose a surprised yelp, "Oh!" Her hands run up my chest, sending sweet passion through me, and she takes my shoulders in her fingers.

I push up between her legs, spreading them. Reaching into my pants, I adjust myself. I move my hips forward. She scoots hers to meet me and my hardness fits against her soaking slit. A gasp emerges and she wriggles. I watch her eyelids flutter as the feel of me washes over her mind.

Wrapping my fingers in her rich red hair, I kiss her. Our tongues play, running over each other, in and out, tracing lips, looking everywhere for the taste of our mouths. My hips rock, running my erection over the length of her slit and teasing her clit.

At each stroke, she moans and her hips jerk. She hooks a foot behind my thigh, holding me close. Her arms go around my neck and tighten. One hand runs circles over my scalp, tracing her fingernails through my hair.

I tense and groan at the feel of her. The fingers in my hair stroke nerves rarely called on. The strangeness of it soaks through me and my hips pump more quickly. My lady's chest heaves against me as I do.

Breaking that hot, erotic kiss, I move my tongue downwards. I progress over her chin and down her neck, past her shoulders and on to her breasts. I take a nipple in my mouth, tease it, suck at it. My left hand plays with the other. I feel them pucker, grow rubber stiff.

She moans in response, a wavering groan that says how much she enjoys me and cares for me. Her hand is still in my hair and she scratches a little harder.

I buzz a happy noise, vibrating the nerves in the sweet piece of flesh I'm laving. A gurgle comes from her followed by pants. A shudder passes through her body.

I move onward, playing over her stomach, flirting with the scar that shows how strong she is. Past her hips and down her left thigh. Her moans continue, grow in volume and frequency. My mouth crosses over to her right leg and I play upwards, drawing closer to her hot, wet center. As I draw near my nose is filled with the sweet scent of arousal.

When I reach her pussy, I look up at her and she lowers her head to meet my gaze. The usual twinkle in her eye is buried under a thick glaze of lust. Her mouth is open and I see her chest quickly rise and fall with her quick breaths. Her full breasts bob and quiver with each motion.

"Let me know when you're about to let go," I tell her. "Sometimes I miss the signs."

"O, OK," she stutters in reply. "I, I can do that." She leans her torso away, places her hands behind her, bracing herself for the pleasant onslaught about to come. She lifts one leg and sets it on the counter perpendicular to the one she's sitting on, displaying herself for me. I can see her wet lips quiver in anticipation.

I move my head forward and lick up the little ridge of skin between asshole and pussy. At the taste of the fluids that coat her there, a snippet of song runs through my head. "I know a girl who's soft but sweet." My woman squeaks a little sound of bliss.

Raising my head slightly, I start to work on her labia. I wash back and forth, up and down. Every so often I run inside her, reaching as far as I can, tasting the sweet heat flowing there. I continue this until I reach her stiff clit. Rolling my tongue I wrap it around that sensitive little nub of flesh. Extending and withdrawing I sluice over it. I hear her choke back a scream. A massive shudder runs through her body and she whimpers.

While I was playing, I have undone my pants. The whimper lets me know she is ready so I stand and my shorts fall to the floor. She reaches forward and places her hands on the waist of my jockeys. She tries to pull them down but her hands are shaking too much. I move my underwear down and they join my shorts.

With a half step forward I place my crown at her entrance. An almost scream comes from her. Her body tenses and her tummy shimmies.

Gently, insistently, I push into her waiting, warm depths. She squeezes at me, then her muscles pulse. One of her arms wraps around my shoulders, her lips fall to my jaw and she pants heavily. "Oh God. You have no idea. You feel so good."

"And you," I gasp back, "feel like heaven." I press up against her, lowering my mouth to take hers in mine once again. My right hand slides over her left breast, fondling and teasing. The left rests against the front of her right hip, stroking gently. The thumb of that hand stretches down to tickle her clit. With all my players in place to please my lady properly, I start to piston my hips, filling and emptying her with a steady, firm pace.

Her mouth locks on to mine and her throat vibrates a groan at the urgency she feels. Her hand slides to the back of my neck and hangs on as if her life depended on it. Her sounds and movements become sharper as her peak approaches. She tears her lips from mine, puffing like she's run a hundred miles. A whine echoes from her each time our hips meet.

She forces words between clenched teeth. "We're... almost... there... God... right... now!" She bites into my shoulder, muffling her scream against my skin. Her inner muscles clamp and release, fluttering around me, demanding that I explode in her.

At the 'now' and the feeling of her body thrumming in orgasm, I let go. My hips move at a beat impossible to match in other circumstances. At each thrust I shoot more of my fluids in her. I can feel them and her own washing over me, being forced out of her and running down her ass and onto the counter. I wrap my arms around her back and pant in her ear, "Good, love...it, love...you, good, god, oh!" My last exclamation turns long and guttural. I stand straight up, pulling her from the counter.

She gasps as her ass leaves the surface she sitting on. Her orgasm shakes her one final time, she clings tight to me and keens with ecstasy.

With a final tremor my climax ends. I gently return her to the counter. Placing my arms next to her hips, I lock them to hold myself up. I stand there, panting into her ear.

Her arms unclench from my neck and she drifts her hands down to my back. They stroke up and down, soothing the muscles there. She nuzzles her face into the curve of my neck, laying light pecks here and there. "That was fanfuckingtastic," she tells me as her breathing finally starts to even out.

"I aim to please, beautiful lady. A woman as lovely as you deserves only the best I can do." My legs seem to be working again. I stand and wrap my arms around her, kissing her hair. As always, the cuddling after is a pleasure almost as great as what came before. Smiling into her mane, I soak in the sensation like a hot bath.

Looking at the clock I realise it's late. "I think we should go to bed now. The dishes can wait until morning. Come with me. We'll sleep sweet and wake ready for a new day."

She sighs, perfectly content. "That sounds wonderful." She leans back and stretches. "Let's go cuddle. A bunch." She leans in, smiling and kisses the corner of my mouth.

I pull myself from her and help her to the floor. With arms around each other, we head to the bedroom. We look at each other and note the huge grins on our faces. We're thinking the same thing.

That there is no better way to end and barbecue.





In the Kitchen



It's just dusk outside, leaving the kitchen in twilight except for the one light under the cabinet. I'm standing at the counter sorting through the mail when I hear the front door open. You're home.

I can hear you drop your stuff and move through the house, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen. I know you're watching me, apparently unaware of you, standing in my jeans and t-shirt. I lift a bare foot to scratch the back of my leg, throwing my body into slight silhouette.

I hear a quick indrawn breath as you realize I'm not wearing a bra. I keep my face turned away so as not to show the smirk on my face. I know what's coming next...

There is a quiet sound of movement as you cross the kitchen. I feel a hand slipping around my hip and across my stomach. The other arm goes around my chest to hold onto my shoulder.

You nuzzle my hair out of the way and start kissing my neck. I give a little sigh and tilt my head to give you better access. Your grip around me tightens a little, and you pull me back against you.

I can feel you, so hard, against my lower back and ass. You use the hand on my stomach to press me into you, grinding against me a little, while continuing to kiss my neck.

You know how I always love the feel of this, how it gets me going. You keep grinding against me, your other hand now squeezing a breast. My breath escapes in gasps.

You move forward a little so I'm trapped between you and the counter. Pressing into me so hard now, your fingers plucking at my nipple through the t-shirt.

Suddenly, I push back against you, causing you to lose your grip...I turn around and put my hands on your chest. I shove you over to the table, your ass bumping into it. I grab your head and bring your mouth down to mine and kiss you hard.

My hands grab your shirt and pull it over your head. They then reach for your jeans and undo the buttons. I shove them down your legs so you can step out of them.

I reach out to stroke you, then move back a little. As you stand there naked, I pull the t-shirt over my head. You reach up to touch my breasts, but I smack your hand.

"No. Not until I tell you."

You grin as you lean back against the table, watching as I undo my jeans and push them down my legs. My breasts swaying as I do this. You let out a little groan when you see I had no panties on.

I gather our clothes into a little pile in front of you and kneel down. I run my hands up your legs, across your hips, onto your stomach. My nails scrape lightly against your skin. I watch your face all the while. My hands go around your hips and squeeze your ass, nails digging in this time, and thrust you into my mouth.

"Mmmm...oh god, babes, that's good."

I hum in agreement around your cock. As my mouth gets to the head each time, I give a hard suck, tongue pressing against the tip. One of my hands moves between your ass cheeks to rub that area behind your balls.

I keep moving you in and out of my mouth, until I feel you're getting close. Then I pop you out of my mouth and say, "That's enough for now."

I stand up and push you back onto the huge table, making sure you're fully on it.

"I've told you before...you tease me, do something that gets me totally hot and you have to pay the price."

You smirk, "Go on, then. Make me pay."

As soon as you say it, the look in my eyes says that you might regret being so brash.

"Oh hon, you know better than to do that. I'm going to make you pay, you can believe that."

"Go for it, sexy."

"You know the best way to make you pay...would be for me to stop. Stop touching you, stop tasting you, and get a toy, and make you watch. Not let you touch yourself at all. Just watch as I cum, and leave you to suffer without relief. Now, we don't want that, do we?

"No."

"Then I suggest you be a good boy."

You nod your head in agreement. I look at you on the table for a few minutes. Then, I lean over, putting my mouth near your cock and blow air across it. Watching it twitch as the cool air hits the heated skin.

I climb up on the table and straddle your hips. I bring my pussy down along your shaft, letting the wetness drench you. Once you're all wet, I move further down and lean over you. I flick my tongue across the tip, then nestle your cock between my breasts using them to stroke you. It's so slick. The softness surrounds you, the purple head peeking up between them.

After some time, I move away again. "Need to cool you off a bit," I say, as I move off the table. "Don't move."

You see me go to the cabinet and take down a bowl. Moving to the fridge, I get some ice cubes and come back to the table. I set the bowl down next to you and climb back up, but near your head this time.

I straddle your face and say, "Eat me out and make it good. Oh, and you can use your hands, too."

You slide you tongue into me, using your hands to open me wide. You push your tongue as far up as it can go as your thumbs to rub my clit. You suck my lips into your mouth, in and out again and again.

I grind against your face for several minutes, then bend over and move the bowl closer. I take one of the ice cubes and lightly press it against the head of your cock. You jump a bit and let out a groan as you feel the ice. I run the cube all over your cock, getting it all wet. Then I put your cock into my mouth to warm it back up.

You moan and say, "Oh, that's nice. Can I have an ice cube?"

"No, not now."

"What shall I do, then?

"Keep going. I never told you to stop."

You take my clit in your mouth as you slide two fingers inside while using your other hand to squeeze my ass.

I keep alternating between the ice and my mouth for a while. I get your cock very wet and cold this time. However, instead of my mouth, you feel my warm hand stroking you fast, getting you hot.

You move your hand from my ass to the bit of skin between ass and pussy, and flicking your finger over my hole. 

You feel my mouth coming over you, so cold, the ice cube still in my mouth. You give a little jump, and your finger slides into my ass as you bite down on my clit. Feeling this, my throat closes down on your cock as I begin convulsing.

I don't want you to cum yet, so I move my mouth off and put another cube against you. You rotate your fingers, two in my pussy and two up my ass. You alternate thrusting them inside while continuing to nibble on my clit.

As my orgasm dies down, I move away so your fingers come out of me. I turn around and kiss you.

"Such a good boy. Want that ice cube now?"

"Yes, I do."

"Here you go," I say as I move the bowl towards you. I then sit back on the table, my hands behind me and my legs spread wide open.

You get down from the table, and reach into the bowl. You take an ice cube, pop into your mouth and kiss me. You move your mouth away, take the ice cube out and start kissing me again. You then rub the ice cube against a nipple. Next moving it in between my breasts and over to the other nipple. Cold water runs down my body.

You run the ice cube over my stomach, and press it to my throbbing clit. My hips buck against the ice as a gasp flies out of my throat. You slip the ice cube up into me and say, "Can I have another as that one's gone?"

"Yes."

You take another ice cube, again sliding it between my lips and up into my pussy. "I'm sorry, that's gone, too. Can I get another?"

I gasp again and say, "Just one more."

You smile and take another ice cube from the bowl. You move it down to my pussy lips again and rub it against my clit. You slide it to my ass and rub it against my hole. The ice melts quickly and as soon as it gets small enough, you push it into my ass.

You grab my thighs and pull me to the edge of the table. You lean down and place your warm tongue against me, kissing my cold lips and clit. Your tongue flicks between my clit and ass, while you kiss and bite and nibble me. My hands are holding your head and pressing it into me.

You stand up and put your warm cock against my pussy lips.

"Wait. Get more ice, put some inside and fuck me."

You take another ice cube, trace it down my body and push it inside my pussy. You do that again and again. I groan at the feeling of the ice inside of me. You take another couple of ice cubes and squeeze them in your hands over my mouth. As you let the cold water drop onto my lips, you slide your hot cock into me. You take the partially melted ice cubes and then push them into my ass as you thrust your cock in and out. 

You remove your cock from me, and put two more ice cubes inside. You slide into me slowly, pushing the ice cubes deep. Once again you move out, take another ice cube and slip it inside. This time, you take that piece out and put it into your mouth. You thrust back in as you lean over and kiss me, passing the ice cube from your mouth to mine.

You start fucking me hard, your cock hitting the melting ice and pushing it deeper. Your balls are slapping against my ass and the table is rocking.

I cry out as I begin to cum, spasming all around you. As my pussy squeezes, your cock explodes. I can feel the heat combining with the coldness of the ice. I spasm even harder, milking your cock.

You lift my ass up, pressing my cheeks together, so you can push deeper into me. You lean down and kiss my nipples. You then take them one at a time in your mouth and give them a good hard suck, causing me to gasp as my pussy clenches again. The clench makes your cock twitch, pushing the last of your hot cum out.

As we begin to calm down, you place your hands on my face and tilt my head up. Your lips come down and you kiss me gently.



In The Kitchen







In The Kitchen



She felt his cock twitch. A pulse of energy ran through her entire body.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" He screamed. There was desperation in his voice. He was about to explode.

She took him out of her mouth, spit on her hand, and began stroking vigorously. As she did this, she brought her face closer and opened her mouth. Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm doing this. But I want it. She did want it. Tell him! Tell him you want it!

"Cum on my face, baby! I want it so bad!" She called out to him, her mouth wide open, waiting for him to shoot his load.





In The Kitchen



She was so comfortable within her own provocative, near nakedness that she was completely oblivious to the hypocrisy of the quiet giggle that slipped out when she caught her tall, naked husband and his huge erection walk into the kitchen.

"Are you laughing at me?" He somewhat seductively whispered into her ear, circling his hands around her waist and pressing the hardness of his groin into her buttocks. 

"Well. You walking into the kitchen starkers with that..." Her voice trailed off into a gasp as he silenced her with a gentle kiss to her neck. She breathed harder as he trailed small kiss over her shoulder and down her back.

She moved to turn around. She knew the way she wanted this to go and the best stage for this show was the bedroom. 

"No, Honey. Honey. Bend over?" Her husband whispered sweetly into her ear, only more seductively than the last time, as he gently restrained her effort to moved away from the kitchen work top.

As his hands hungrily caressed his wife's breasts free from her bra, more warm and sensual kisses on the other side of her neck melted her into bending over the work top, resting her head on her arms that were stretched across the cold granite. His fingers circled the areola of her nipples before tentatively kneading them. The kisses on her neck continued over her shoulders and down her back, each one changing from intense to gentle and back again.

He stroked her, taking in the contours of her body as he moved his hands down to her waist. He peeled her lace shorts past her stockings until they helplessly fell to the floor, where she obligingly stepped out and kicked them to one side.

Moving to his knees he caught a glimpse of his wife's beautiful arse and the dark skin of her perfectly shaven pussy. That turned him on even further. He sighed appreciatively as he nuzzled into her crack. Feeling his breath, she arched her back and pushed out her pelvis. Attentively, he traced his tongue all the way from her coccyx down to her clitoris, stopping to kiss and suck her lips on the way. Finally, he began flicking her small, hardening bump.

His left hand crept around her thigh and his fingers joined his tongue on the clit. Pulling his head back, he watched her body shiver while her deep breaths turned into small, high-pitched whimpers as he eased the middle, then index finger of his right hand into the warm tautness of her vagina. After feeling her writhe on his fingers for a while, he brought her stationary with a firm tongue on her anus. 

She gasped again and again as his fingers moved vertically in her pulsating tunnel and his tongue darted in all directions around her puckered hole.

Then he stood up and, expectedly, eased his swollen cock into her undeniably wet pussy. She let out a long moan as he pushed deep inside her as he could.

He pushed and pulled out the whole eight-inch length of his solid manhood for the first few rhythms, before settling into a pace that had both husband and wife breathing and gasping, syncopated.

With strong hands he was able to grasp the toned peaches of her arse. He soon found the running juices of her pussy were making his thumbs slip. He concentrated the lubricated movement of his thumbs around the ripples of her muscular hole, sensitively probing. She softly moaned. She liked it.

He pushed one thumb, nail deep, inside her arse, massaging her cum into the surrounding area with his other thumb. She moaned a little harder. He teased the tip of his thumb in and out. 

"Oh. Ah. Oh Yeah," she muttered. 

"You like that, Baby?" 

"Mmmmmmm." Came the reply, followed by a series of squeaky gasps as he swapped his thumb for an index finger. 

Her muscles began to spasm around his thrusting cock. He felt an urge of pleasure from his groin up and moaned, "Honey, will you let me fuck you here?"

"I so want to feel me in there."

"Yes. Yes please." She breathed, between moans. 

"There's gel in there" she said gesturing towards the cabinet above.

Still pumping away, he reached up one hand to open the cupboard with his other hand still squeezing her right buttock so much her skin became white at his fingertips. 

Quickly scanning cabinet contents he soon recognised the bottle. 

Still slowly making love to her, with both hands he dispensed an amount of gel directly onto her anus. She twitched at the cool temperature of the gel on the hot, throbbing area of her perineum. She pushed her torso as flat onto the worktop as she possibly could, invitingly tilting her arse upwards.

He replaced his grip to its original place on each of her buttocks and rapidly upped the speed and force of his penis thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy, his balls bouncing against her inner thighs. She gasped, then moaned, and cried. Out loud. 

His heavily gelled thumbs sunk effortlessly in and around her anus. He fucked her even faster. She cried even harder. He allowed the sheer momentum of their mad, passionate lovemaking to let his thumbs and fingers slip and slide. She was meowing like a hungry kitten but shaking like a scared rabbit. The sight before him was unreal. The feeling was unreal.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh." She moaned. 

"I think I'm coming!" 

Almost on tiptoes, he carried on thrusting into her the way she liked it. Grinding as deep as possible. He grabbed the taps on the nearby sink to increase his leverage. Amongst fretful gasps she came, her muscles clenching around his whole shaft. He slowed his pace.

He pulled out. Holding his hard, wet and pulsating cock in his left hand he sensually rubbed it in the gel that covered her pussy and down her crack. He pushed her anus open with his right thumb. There was more than enough lubrication, but he carefully guided himself into the tight hole. 

Using her accelerating moans as a guide he slowly ground his groin into her, stopping if she went silent. The feeling was amazing. He absolutely adored this gorgeous woman. He leaned over to have more of her skin touching his. He held her shoulders as they continued their primal lovemaking, for the first time anally.

She was overcome by the brand new feelings her husband had introduced to her. She though that his must be the most personal way two people so utterly in love with each other can connect.

"I love you," she exclaimed breathlessly in between gasps and cries. 

"I love you, Honey." He whispered. 

Feeling his hot breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine again. Her moans turned deeper and louder. The emotion and sensation were boiling up inside of him. Almost involuntarily, he felt his hips grind faster and harder.

"I'm coming!" 

"Ahh. Hahhhh. Hahhhh."

"You're hhmmmaking me come hhagain." She stammered, pressing her nails into his arms that draped around her neck. 

There in the heat and sweat, in a series of gasps and moans and spasms they climaxed simultaneously then collapsed on the floor.

She sat up and gazed down at her husband.

"Thank you!" She whispered, cutely.

"Anytime." He replied, staring into her green eyes that glowed behind the tendrils of hair that their antics had ruffled out of place.

"Okay." She said standing up and pulling him with her.

"Lets go to the bedroom?" She suggested with a wink. 



In The Kitchen



After a long day at the office, Tegan Mitchell stepped through the door into his darkened living room. Strange, Samantha should have been home hours ago. He moved through the obfuscated den and towards the only visible source of light, a soft glow emanating from the kitchen. 

"Sam?" He asked skeptically as he approached the doorway. 

"I'm in here baby." Came the low, throaty reply. 

Tegan was momentarily taken aback by the husky quality in her voice. She was sitting on the counter as he walked into the kitchen and his eyes widened. He had expected to see her in a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, or maybe she'd still be in the sweater and slacks she had worn to work. But here she was her shoulders bare except for the tiny red straps that barely supported the gauzy, nearly translucent red hued fabric that covered her torso. Tegan's eyes fell over her barely concealed breasts, sitting high on her chest with just the tantalizing hint of those dark nipples poking through the thin fabric. Further still, where the bottom of her shirt half-concealed a pair of lacy red boy-shorts, her legs spread wantonly as she noticed his leering gaze. Her supple thighs and slender calves criss-crossed by more red, fishnets, ending in a pair of chunky fuck-me pumps. 

A sudden tug at his waistband had him pressed against the counter, her legs wrapping around him as she reached up, placing something firm and cold against his lips

"Have a bite..." She commanded, her voice a sultry whisper conveying such authority that Tegan's only option was to gently nibble at the end of the object. He was rewarded with the taste of fresh strawberry. Said berry, with its new juicy end was trailed over his chin in a downward motion. Samantha's warm mouth met it with her upward sweep collecting the juice that had dribbled over his chin. She hesitated then, staring at him with those smoky brown eyes, plush lower lip tugged at by her front teeth. She was such a tease. 

Tegan's broad hands latched onto her shoulders, and he pressed his mouth against hers firmly. Samantha's lips parted slowly and she sighed softly against his kiss. He could feel her melding into him, she had put on that coy demeanor but she wanted this just as badly as he did. Her tongue slid over his lower lip, and then she caught it between her teeth, slowly pulling it away from his teeth before releasing him. Manicured fingers gripped the bottom of his dark, business style shirt and untucked him with a firm tug. He worked the top button open, and she pulled again leaving him bare chested before her. Samantha let his smooth, muscular chest fill her vision, leaning back and bringing that berry to her lips. The tip of her tongue flicked over its wet, flesh surface. Her deep brown eyes locked onto his cool blue gaze. She bit into the fruit, the slightest hint of a moan beginning in her lips as she slid off the counter. Her body rubbing over his as she squeezed between him and the cold tiles.

The strawberry was now a green stem, and half a berry, wide and glistening with its own sweetness. This moisture was smeared over Tegan's chest as Samantha gathered it up with her tongue, the salty taste of his hot skin blending beautifully with the sweet fruit juice. She sank to her knees and the berry followed. That belt was thrown apart, fly undone, and pants tugged down to reveal his sudden arousal. Tegan's eyes closed in anticipation of Samantha's hot wet mouth, but it never came. Instead that taunting tongue trailed over his flat, washboard stomach gathering the residue of the cast aside berry and the remnants of her last lick as she turned her back to him. 

She peeled the gauzy red teddy over her head and dropped it to the floor. A devious smirk was tossed over her shoulder as her fingers hooked the lacy fabric clinging to her hips. Hips that wiggled from side to side causing her ass to jiggle enticingly as she bent forward to tug her panties around her thighs. That was as far as she got before she found her breasts mashed against the cold tile, a chill running down her spine. Tegan stared as she opened herself up to him, a brief glimpse of her pouting lips before her palms made a light slapping noise against the counter. 

He looked up to see that coy smirk again, her back arching to present her taut round ass to him, offering herself to his burning need. With one hand, he guided himself into her until his pelvis touched the soft flesh of her backside. At the contact, he leaned over pressing his hard chest into her back and catching her earlobe between his teeth. A soft suck was given and he whispered hoarsely into her ear. 

"You're so hot baby..." The words filtered into her mind as he gently rocked his hips against her own. 

"Don't talk..." She cooed, tilting her head giving him better access to her neck as she pushed back against him. Every time he ground his hips against her, she found her crotch pressed against the metal handle of the silverware drawer. But then the sensation would disappear when she tried to lean into his out strokes. She knew the friction was necessary, but the full-feeling she got when he was inside her made her shiver, an airy moan slipping passed her cherry red lips as Tegan increased the pace of his thrusting hips. They continued like this for mere minutes, sensation overwhelming both of their adult sensibilities reducing Tegan to a panting, grunting animal rutting the gasping, moaning Samantha. Her head fell, dark locks curtaining half-lidded, lust-filled eyes as she whimpered against his driving length. Her breath coming in ragged gasps she tossed her head back and bent down, laying against the cold tiles. Anything to curb the heat burning in her core. 

"T-teagan" She gasped, her legs quivering before him. "I can't stand..." She had meant to encourage him, push them both to greater heights; instead she found herself whining piteously as he pulled away from her. She turned to pout at him and he grabbed her around the waist with one strong arm. A turn and a lift deposited her on her back on the kitchen table. Almost involuntarily, here thighs parted wide, knees bending to place her heels against his hips. Her hands gripped his shoulders pulling him into her, smashing her breasts against him once more as their heated, devouring kiss stifled the moan caused be his manhood drifting into her again. 

Tegan was immediately back to his hip-bucking, rolling animalistic self, and Samantha hadn't been given much of a chance to cool down after being removed from the counter to her only slightly less naughty position on the kitchen table. They could both feel their bodies starting to crumble under that passionate frenzy their writhing bodies had become. Samantha's head dropped against the table, her eyes squeezing shut. His body had tightened, and he was spasming against her now. He back arched, forcing her hips up to drive that impaling shaft deeper as she whimpered and panted with her own release. Tegan's head nestled into the crook of her neck, hot breath against her shoulder and his ecstatic grunts send her shuddering as they came. Sweating and still riding the rush, they slid away from the table and into a sweeter, more romantic embrace on their way to clean up.



In the Kitchen



I wake to a light kiss. She stands there in a pair of short loose fitting shorts. My shirt is large on her, showing only a peek of her shorts. She is holding a cup of cocoa. She lies down text to me, under the warm sheets. I wrap an arm around her holding her close. We talk as she holds the cup warming her hands as we drink from it. She starts to rub her hand on my stomach. She finishes off the cocoa sliding a hand down my boxers and giving me a deep kiss. She walks out of the room giving me a sly smile.

She goes to the kitchen. She leans over the sink to reach the faucet. She feels a kiss on the back of her neck and an arm reach around her waist. She presses back grinding her ass against my crotch. I reach up to hold her breast. She turns around and smiles at the sight of me in my boxers. I slide down her body, pulling down her shorts, unveiling her panties. My shirt hides her panties from clear view. I stand up to see how cute she looks. I kiss her passionately, moving my hand into her shirt. We hold each other tight, our bare skin pressing together. My cock jumps in my boxers as my hand reaches her breast. 

The cold air has an affect on her nipples as the shirt falls to the counter behind her. She reaches down to free my cock from the restraints of my boxers; it juts out magnificently. She smiles knowing that she caused this. My cock brushes her thighs as she pulls me close. She presses her legs together as we kiss passionately holding my cock. I moan, rubbing my hands against her back. I reach down to caress her pussy through her panties. She spreads her legs allowing me room, releasing my cock. I feel her soft lips and feel her moan. 

I slip her panties over her hips and past her thighs letting them land on the floor. She starts to spread her legs as I move down. I reach her breast sucking lightly on her nipple playing with the other one in my hand. I start my way down leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach. I kiss her thighs, slowly moving closer and closer. I let my hands glide across her thighs and stomach. I reach the lips of her pussy and lightly kiss them. I let my tongue slid out to caress her. I part her lips with my tongue feeling her warmth engulf my tongue. She steps back, the pleasure intense. She feels the counter behind her. I lift her up easily to let her sit. 

I move in again letting my tongue slid inside of her. Her nectar is delicious. As I continue, She places a hand on my head as the pleasure intensifies. She begins to moan, her hips begin to thrust to meet my mouth. I move up to lick her clit. She wraps her legs around my head, pulling me closer. I lightly take her clit into my mouth. My tongue flicks out. I press my head into her pussy. Her moans become louder. I feel her pussy tighten around my tongue. She presses my face into her pussy as her juices start to flood my mouth. Her hips buck, and she moans with pleasure. I hold her letting her body come back.

I slowly move up, she quickly holds me. I kiss her gleaming neck. Her skin is still sensitive, and I feel her hard nipples press against my chest. She kisses me, reaching down. I feel her hand touch my cock. Her fingers wrap around it, holding it tight. She pulls me close wrapping her legs around me. I feel her pussy enclose the head of my cock; shooting pleasure through me. We kiss as I feel her weight press down, pushing my cock into her tight pussy. Cheek to cheek, breast to my chest, we are locked together, a flame. We moan together as I penetrate her. Her pussy is warm and wet around my cock, lubricating it, allowing it to easily slide in and out of her. Her skin is warm and she is slightly flush. We hold each other tight as her pussy locks onto my dick, sending me into orgasm. Our moans fill the house for what seems like forever.

I let her weight back onto the counter and I carry her to the bed. We lie together. She looks at me and purrs.



in the kitchen



This piece was written with intentional errors in capitalization--to highlight the Dominant partner in the story in all ways--and sentence fragments--so as to appear stream-of-consciousness and spontaneous. 

...

stretched. bound. waiting. 

cuffed and collared, blindfolded and gagged...His girl, bound for His pleasure. 

enveloped in darkness, all sounds, sensations magnified: the faint, insect-like buzz of cars passing on the road; the heat of the light shining on my exposed skin; the rhythmic tick of the clock, it's second hand going round and round as i wait for Him, as He instructed. 

hips and shoulders aching, stiff from strictly maintaining position. hands tingling. fingertips numb. how long had it been since He left? since He whispered, moist breath flowing over my face, ruffling my hair as i strained to hear over the pounding of my heart: "I'll be back, my little slut." ten minutes? an hour? more? don't know. don't care. His desire is all that matters. He desires His girl to wait, so i wait, my discomfort becoming comforting in it's consistency. 

flesh slightly chilled by the window's faint draft, but remaining warm, heated from the inside by the fire, the glow within me that is His love, holding me steady, helping me follow orders. 

finally, at a distance, a door closes. front? bedroom? can't tell. heavy footsteps, moving nearer, sounding so loud in the silence. kitchen door swinging open, then closed, as He walks through it. the squeak of the hinges loud, growing soft, softer, disappearing into the charged silence as the door's movement stops. 

straining. hearing nothing. wondering, where is He? waiting. 

i feel Him first, His warmth along my back where He has stopped behind me. I find myself fighting the urge to shift now that He is so near, to move nearer His warmth, muscles tensing, jumping. 

then His smell: musky, male warmth. no aftershave. no cologne. just the smell of Him, filling my nostrils, making my breasts lift, press against the corset as i fight to take Him deeper into my lungs. memorizing anew His scent like an animal too long deprived of it's mate. knowing that I could pick Him out of any crowd by His scent alone. 

finally His touch, strong, calloused hands on my shoulders, rubbing the taut muscles, pressing down as He leans in, lips nuzzling through my hair to the tender shell of my ear. deep voice vibrating through my body. 

"has my girl been good?" nodding frantically and speaking, "yes, Sir," the mumble sounding unintelligible from behind the gag. 

"is my girl wet for her Master?" blush staining my cheeks, the familiar warmth traveling the distance to my breasts and suffusing the mounds. gently flexing, squeezing my thighs together to verify the truth i already know: beneath the latex I am soaked, covered in my own wetness. 

sudden movement: hands leaving me, listening to Him walk to the other end of the island. gasping as my legs are roughly yanked and my body is rolled. yelping, startled as His hand SLAPS my now exposed ass. once. twice. 

"I asked you a question, slut. now answer me! are. you. wet?" 

nodding, chin thumping the island in my rush to respond. 

slap. pause. slap. SLAP. more blows, harder, faster now, moving from cheek to cheek. "I couldn't hear you, slut." 

shouting, "yesyesYES!" into the gag with each spank, cheeks becoming warm, sensitive. 

His hands caressing, rubbing circles over the flesh of my ass, hearing Him croon, "gooooood slut". flushing with pride, hot cheek pressed into the cold marble of the island. 

His hand trailing up my spine as He walks the length of the island, pausing, fingertip tracing His collar, tugging, hand moving up beneath my hair. unbuckling the gag. opening and closing my mouth, stretching my jaw. stopping when His hand cups my cheek, His fingers following the indentations left behind above and below my mouth. 

"so pretty." smiling at Him, face lifting, basking in the warmth of His compliment. "but it could be beautiful..." the rasp of a zipper being undone. rustle of material sliding down. His hand fisting in my hair, tight, stinging as He pulls my head up, neck arching as He tilts it back and...smelling the animal musk of His cock an instant before its heat grazes my lips. 

"what is it, girl?" maddening circles as He strokes them, tracing first upper then lower and repeating slowly, patiently, lips parting to speak and feeling Him slide ever so briefly between them, the most miniscule of teasing thrusts. 

whispering, breath sighing out, "Your cock, Sir." hearing Him shift, cock pulling away and... slapslapSLAAAP...as He stretches over me and slaps my ass again.. 

"LOUDER, slut!" 

"Your COCK, Sir-" i'm cut off when He thrusts inside, one hand keeping my head immobile. in. back out. wetting it in my mouth and no more. 

"want it, slut? want to taste your Master's cock, His seed...feel Him fill You?" 

shifting and moaning, "yeessssssss. please, Sir." mouth opening and closing, rooting like an infant longing to nurse. 

He releases my hair, moves away. head turning, following His movement despite the blindfold. 

"I don't think you really want it, slut." 

"use me! PLEASE, Sir. please...let me taste You!" straining, head tilting back as I moan..."pleeeeeease"...thighs rubbing each other as much as my bonds will allow, opening my mouth wide, breathing through my nose and waiting... hoping... 

suddenly, both His hands on my head, covering my ears, blocking almost all sound. sucking wetly, cheeks hollowing with the pressure as He inches in and out, giving me a little more with each thrust, tongue sliding along the vein on the underside, hearing His faint moan and sensing His pleasure in the tightening of His hands over my ears, the jerk of His hips. 

His cock steadily pushing between my lips, plump head following the ridged roof of my mouth to the opening of my throat and pressing, seeking entrance, unrelenting as i gag, spittle falling from the corners of my open mouth. His voice faint, as if from a great distance, "take it, slut. take your Master's cock." 

struggling. relaxrelaxrelax. coughing, muscles spasming around the head...He takes advantage and shoves, holds steady for a moment then pulls back to let me gasp, a single breath. then He repeats, shoving more of His cock down my throat each time until at last my nose is pressed into the skin of His abdomen, His sac rubs my saliva-covered chin, not hearing but feeling His groan vibrate through His cock. 

He fucks my face, sac bumping my chin, riding His cock in and out of my abused throat, faster and faster. moans rising from my throat, vibrating around Him, spurring Him on, disintegrating into grunts, urging Him most primally. His hands moving to cup my jaw, hold me steady, hearing His own grunts back. 

"is my girl...going to...uuuuuuuh...make her Master...cummmm...?" 

nodding my head in His hands as much as i can, forcing Him as far into my throat as i can take Him and squeezing my lips tightly around the base of His cock, sucking HARD. 

His hands tightening painfully on my jaw, yanking, mashing my face into His crotch, hearing Him force the words out, barely coherent among the grunts. "uuuuuughhhereit.....uuuughCUUUUMS" 

the briefest of pauses and then...the first spurt coating my throat, making me cough around Him all over again, throat massaging His cockhead. His hands grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. "yessgirlYEEEESSSSSS" His cock backing out of my throat, second and third spurts filling my mouth, salty tang burning my raw throat as I pull and swallow His seed, tongue flicking rapidly beneath His head. cock leaving my mouth with a wet sluuurrrp and pop, hearing His groan and the wet slapping of His fist flying up and down His saliva covered shaft as He pumps the last of His seed over my flushed cheeks, into my still open mouth, squeezing the last drop onto my outstretched tongue. 

His hands gentling in my hair. "swallow, my slut". licking my lips and doing as He demands, swallowing His seed with a smile, whispering faintly, "thank You, Master." 

feeling the weight of His eyes like a caress, moving over my cum-bathed cheeks and hearing the smile, the pride in His voice as He strokes my hair, "now that is truly beautiful, girl." 

He turns me to my side, removing the blindfold. head resting on the cool marble, i blink owlishly in the light, watching Him undo the buckles binding my thighs and ankles together, closing my eyes as He moves behind me and removes the cuffs from my wrists. His hands caress and massage my body, soothing my sore muscles. finally, He places a gentle kiss to my collar, and whispers, His voice raspy from the recent shouting, "time to reward my good girl." He slides His arms beneath me, picking me up and cradling me to His chest, lips brushing my forehead as He carries me upstairs.



In the Kitchen With Dinah



Steven looked up over the trees at a hot, burning sun in the summer sky. His forehead and bare chest were glistening with sweat, and he raised a dirty hand to wipe it away from his eyebrows. Two more hours, then he would rest. He went back to the task at hand, swinging his axe and letting it fall against the piece of wood, splitting it in half.

Steven Andrews had been working for the summer colony for five weeks. It was a good way of earning money this time of year, and to get a chance to live close to a lake. He and five other men spent their days building new cabins, fixing up the old bridge and the boats, and helping out with other tasks where needed. At the present he was chopping wood for the main cabin, where the summer guests would gather in the evenings. It was hard, sweaty work, but he liked it.

"That sure looks like a handful. Are you sure you don't need to take a break?" The light voice came from behind, and he turned around. Dinah, wife of the colony's owner, was walking down the slope from the main cabin with a tray of glasses, filled with juice and ice. She smiled at him.

"That looks like a handful," he said. "Better watch your step with that tray. Or why don't you just tell us to come get it from the kitchen?"

"I wouldn't let you boys walk all over my kitchen with your shoes, now would I? Here." She offered him a glass, and he took it. The rest were for the men painting a boat near the bridge, farther down the hill. He swept the glass greedily.

"Thank you. You're an angel, Dinah." He smiled at her. With her round, innocent face, sweet smile and curly brown hair she really did look like an angel. She was more than ten years younger than Henry Cray, her husband, and that made her the same age as Steven. He watched her as she walked away, taking in her hips swaying in tight jeans shorts, and her tanned legs moving gingerly down the beaten path in the grass.

He shook his head. It wasn't the first time he had been watching her; no man around these parts could help noticing how attractive she was. But she was a married woman, and that was that. And even if he thought she was smiling at him in an encouraging way sometimes he knew he simply had a lively imagination.

Two hours later it was time for dinner, and Steven went to wash up in the house he shared with the other workers. His friend Robert was already there, changing into fresher clothes, and they chatted all the way up to the Crays' house near the main cabin. They usually had dinner at a row of tables right outside the kitchen, tables that last year had been used outdoors at Henry's restaurant, before he bought the old colony and decided to fix it up. As the other men arrived Dinah brought them their dinner, and they gave her polite thanks, and not-so-polite looks when she walked back into the house.

"Now, that's something I would like to set my teeth in," Robert said with a low voice, looking at Dinah's behind as it disappeared into the kitchen. Steven laughed.

"Better keep your mind on the food instead," he replied, but privately he thought they all badly needed another trip to town, to hit the local bars. It was Thursday now; tomorrow they would go and have some fun. But at that moment Dinah peaked out through the door again, looking at him.

"Steven, would you mind helping me with the dishes later? The machine is broken."

"Umm . . . sure," Steven said, and she gave him one of her trademark smiles and went back inside. The jokes from the other guys were instant and friendly, and Steven jabbed back at them before digging into his dinner.

After he finished Steven went into the kitchen, where Dinah had her hands full baking a pie. "Reporting for duty!" he said.

"Great, thank you. You can stand over there," she replied, nodding in the direction of one of the two kitchen sinks. "I'll just finish this and then I'll come help you."

Steven set to work, and soon found himself standing alone in a kitchen with Henry's wife, while the other men left the tables one by one. For a while there was silence, as they were both working. Steven tried to come up with something to talk about, but failed. When Dinah had finished baking her pie she put it in the oven, set the timer, and then came over to him.

"Okay, now, I'll do the rest of it while you dry the plates," she said.

"No, that's all right, I can finish it." He was scrubbing a plate vigorously.

"Come on, move over." She reached for one of the glasses in the sink, but she was too quick and it slipped through her hands, hit the floor and broke in a thousand pieces.

"Oh, damn!" she cursed, bending down. She picked up one of the largest pieces, but moved too hastily again, giving herself a nasty cut. "Ouch! Darn!"

Steven bent down quickly, took her hand and held it over the sink. "Does it hurt much?"

"Yes." She pouted.

"You need to take it easy. Do I make you nervous?" he said, jokingly.

"Yes," she replied.

He was surprised. "I do?"

She paused. Then she said, in a lower voice: "Sometimes."

Steven had no idea how to reply to that. He got a towel and held it around her hand, pressing hard, and avoided looking into her eyes. Neither of them spoke.

"There. Feels better now?" he said finally.

"Yes, thank you."

He looked at her, and then, before he had time to change his mind, he leaned forward to kiss her lips. She gave a small gasp, but didn't move. Her lips were soft, and had a wonderful taste . . . but he pulled away.

"I'm sorry, I. . . ."

"No, don't be," Dinah said. "It's . . . it's all right. We. . . ." She took hold of his shirt, hesitating. Then she leaned forward and kissed him back. He put his arms around her and pushed her against a locker with his kisses, tasting her greedily. How he had longed for this!

When they finally pulled away from each other Dinah was gasping for air. Steven turned her around, kissing her neck, cupping her breasts and pressing his body against hers. Her ass against his trousers aroused him. She put her hands on the kitchen sink, pushing against him, moving her head to one side so he could kiss her neck better. But then she turned around again, and turned off the oven -- the pie would have to wait.

"Not here," she said. "Come." She kissed him one more time and then led him through a door down to the basement, locking it behind them. As Steven looked around he realized it wasn't a bad place for what they were about to do. The floor was made of light wood, and the walls were clad in the same material. The windows were small, close to the ceiling, and there were thick bushes planted outside. It wasn't cold; though there was a lot of dry food down here on the shelves, none of it was of the kind that required a cool storage. For that they had a cellar closer to the lake.

A bed stood placed between two of the shelves, and Dinah explained as she came down the stairs behind him: "Last summer was very hot, so Henry decided we should put a bed down here just in case. More even temperature."

Henry. Her husband. "Do you think Henry. . . ." Steven began, but she cut him off by placing a finger over his lips.

"Don't think about him. He is in town with his friends, and won't be back before midnight. I'm lonely, Steven. Please keep me company."

He had never seen this side of her -- but then, it wasn't a side she would show to a half dozen men if she wanted any peace. Now, however. . . .

"I will, Dinah." He kissed her again, and they tore at each other's clothes. His shirt fell to the floor, and so did her t-shirt, revealing her firm breasts. Her bra followed it, and as he pulled off her shorts he had to lick his lips. Those thighs, those legs, those hips . . . she was made for this.

Both naked they fell on the bed, kissing, feeling, breathing heavily. Steven's hands went through the curls of her hair as he kissed her neck, and then he was massaging her naked breasts, licking them, sucking her nipples into his mouth.

"Oh, Steve. . . ." she ran her fingers through his hair, pressed him down against her. Still sucking on one of her nipples his right hand went to her hips, and he found that she opened her legs willingly. He carressed her wet pussy, and she moaned deeply.


"God, I want you," she said. Steven kissed her again, and then pulled her up in a sitting position, while he stood up next to the bed.

"Then show me what you can do, baby," he said, smiling. She smiled back and took his cock in her hands. It was hard as rock. She licked its shaft, bent her head to the side to run her lips up and down against it, while looking up at him teasingly. He took a deep breath, and her mouth closed around his glance.

She sucked him for a while, and he stood there motionless, enjoying it. Then he told her to lie down, and she hastened to obey. She spread her legs, and carressed herself for him to see. "I'm hot, Steven. Please fuck me."

"Ohh, yes." He had never wanted a woman this much in his entire life! He laid down between her legs and smoothly pushed into her, finding her wet and ready. Her nails dug into his back while he fucked her, and she groaned heavily, eventually so loud that he thought it could be heard beyond the windows. But he didn't care.

He turned her around and fucked her from behind, smacking the ass that had been driving him mad for weeks. She liked that. "Mmm, more," she said, and he smacked her again, harder, and again and again.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Yes," she moaned.

"You like it when I smack your ass? Tell me."

"Mmm, I love it when you smack my ass. It makes me hot -- oh!"

He plunged into her even deeper, her words driving him to fuck her harder. He wondered how much she liked this kind of talk, and decided to find out.

"You're a hot little slut, aren't you?"

"Yesss. . . ." she said.

"Tell me you're a slut, Dinah. I want to hear you say it."

"Mmm . . . I . . . I'm a slut! Ohhh. . . ."

He pushed deep, then pulled out again, and moved up against the wall in a sitting position. She straddled him, her eyes closed as she sank down over his firm cock. She started moving, her legs and her breasts glistening with sweat, and Steven knew his body looked the same. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucked on it, then grabbed her ass and held it as she moved up and down.

"You like this? You enjoy fucking yourself on my cock, Dinah?"

"Yes, God, I like it," she replied.

"Tell me."

"I . . . like fucking myself . . . on your cock." She put her hands on his shoulders, and put her head next to his. He couldn't see her eyes, but he knew they would be closed.

"You're a sexy little slut, aren't you? A slut who needs cock. Say it."

"Mm, I . . . I don't know if I can. . . ."

"Say it!" He thrusted and she shouted, his cock pushing deep into her easily in this position. He did it twice more.

"I . . . I'm a sexy little slut. I need cock. Yeess. . .!" She liked it, and he knew she did.

"You need to have your pussy fucked real hard, don't you? Say it."

"I . . . oh, God. . . ."

He pushed inside her again, and again, hard, and she gasped for air.

"I need to be fucked real hard! This is so good!" She rode him faster, looking at him now, her teeth clenched as she impaled herself, her clitoris grinding against him. "Talk to me more! More!"

"I love fucking you," he said, "I love fucking your sexy body. God, it's so good. . . . Your pussy is so good . . . so tight around my cock. God, you're such a sexy little girl. . . ."

"Oh, Steven. . . ."

". . .a horny little slut who needs to be fucked hard. . ."

"Oh, Steve, oh. . . ."

". . .you need a hard cock filling your pussy, feel it moving inside of you, between your sexy thighs, fucking your body like the slut you are. . ."

"Oh, GOOOD!" She came, shouting again and again, grinding herself against him and holding on to his shoulders hard. He pushed inside her once, twice, and she was gasping for air with the last of her energy, before she fell down against him.

They both stopped moving.

"That felt so good," she whispered finally.

He held her tight, loving the feeling of her body against his, and waited for her to calm down until he started moving again. Slowly, with firm, determined motions, and then he threw her down on her back, still inside of her, holding his arms under her and pumping like mad. Her head, her whole body, moved up and down, up and down as he took her, used her, and she held on to the bed posts when his cock fucked her hard between her spread legs. And then finally he came, groaning, pumping his hot seed inside of her in long, hard thrusts, filling her, until he slowed down . . . slower . . . slower . . . and was still. . . .

They didn't say anything for a long time. They just rested.

"Oh, I needed that," she whispered finally. He kissed her cheek.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"I loved it," she replied. He moved out of her, and she went to pick up her clothes, and grabbed a kitchen towel from a shelf to clean her body. Then she took another towel, came back to kneel on the bed, and wiped his chest.

Steven lay still, carressing her arm, looking at her beautiful body while she dried him. "I hope you didn't mind me talking like that. . . ."

"No, it . . . it turned me on. I liked it," she smiled.

He moved his hand over her smooth hips. "Can we do that again?"

She didn't answer him. He looked at her face, and she seemed to be thinking, weighing her options.

"We'll see," she said finally. She dropped the towels on the floor, and lay down next to him. He held her in his arms.

"We'll see," she said again. "I would like to. Let's not say when or where right now, okay? No pressure, no plans. Not now. I just want you to hold me."

And he held her, close, hoping that she could feel his affection through his embrace. Wishing the summer would never end. 



In the Kitchen With Jane



Very loosely based on something a friend told me happened to him and his wife.

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"On your own this afternoon?" I asked, letting myself in through the back door.

"Hello there. Yeah, all on my lonesome," she replied. "Fancy a cuppa?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Hang on, just need to give the dishwasher a tablet," she responded as she smiled, and turned her back to me. Leaning forward from the waist she opened the under-sink-cupboard and started looking for the dishwasher tablets. I could see, thanks to the tightness of her shorts, that she wasn't wearing any knickers beneath her shorts.

I leaned forward and cupped her left buttock with my hand. She jumped slightly, then pressed back against my hand. I squeezed her butt-cheek, then brushed my hand across her pussy to the other buttock. She jumped even more at that, and I heard a sigh. She'd stopped looking for the tablets, and was just holding still, pressing back slightly against my hand.

Taking this as a sign of approval, I moved my hand back to her pussy and ran my hand forward between her legs. I could feel the warmth, and as she moved her legs apart a little, there was a definate dampness.

My cock was standing to attention and ready for action at this point. It was clear to me that she was also ready, able and willing. I kept caressing her pussy with my left hand, whilst using my right to pull my shorts and undies down to my ankles. 

When I took my hand off her pussy she gave a soft whimper, but as my hands took hold of the waistband of her shorts the whimper turned into a moan of anticipation. Sliding the shorts over her bum, then down her thighs, I caught a glimpse of her soft, wet, inviting, shaven pussy.

She stepped out of her shorts, and spread her legs again. At the same time she lifted her torso up, rested her arms on the edge of the sink and put her head on her arms. I moved forward, put my hands on her hips, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt, pushing just the first centimeter or so in. Then I held still for a moment, teasing her.

Suddenly she pushed back, taking my entire cock into her cunt, her buttocks banging against my thighs. The warmth and wetness of her cunt as it engulfed my cock felt really good, and I hoped it felt as good for her.

Taking a firmer grip on her hips I pulled back until almost all of my cock was outside her, then pushed the full length back in slowly. I gave her a few more slow strokes and then started really hammering her; my cock slamming into her cunt, my thighs bashing against her buttocks and my balls bouncing off her pubic bone. 

I could see the things on the draining board moving in time to my thrusting as I fucked her, each stroke giving her the full length of my cock.

She lifted her head from her arms, and I caught sight of her face reflected in the kitchen window. She was smiling, with her eyes closed and her lips open. the tip of her tongue flicking around her lips as she moaned in time with my thrusting. The moaning got louder, and more intense, as she started to push back against me, as if she was trying to get me even deeper inside her.

My balls started to tighten and I could feel my orgasm rising, as the friction between her cunt and my cock generated waves of sensation.

She threw her head back and cried out "I.. I.. I'm coming! Oh.. Yes.. Oh.. God.. Yessss!"

The look of pleasure on her face was enough to trigger my orgasm. My cock started twitching as I pushed deeply into her, her cunt clenching down on me, the spunk rising through my cock with each thrust. Her knees started to buckle as her orgasm hit her. I had to shift my hands to under her hips to help support her otherwise she'd probably have collapsed.

Her head went back down onto her arms and she sighed as her orgasm subsided. We held the position for a minute or so, just enjoying the afterglow, then I slid my cock out of her and pulled up my shorts.

She stood up slowly, pulled her shorts up, turned around and took me in her arms. We held each other tightly for a couple of minutes, then she stepped back, looked me in the eye and said "now, about that cuppa..."



In the Kitchen with Kellie



Kellie was my neighbor friend and she worked as a hairstylist. When I asked about her about making an appointment for a haircut with her she graciously offered to cut my hair at her place instead, and commented with a sly smile, "I'm sure I can think of a way for you to make it up to me."

I brought over a bottle of wine for her in appreciation of her offer. I sat on a short stool in the middle of Kellie's kitchen as she worked her way around me, cutting my hair and sipping a glass of wine. Neither of us were in a relationship at the time, and our conversation turned into sharing stories and laughing about the frustrations and quirks we experienced in our previous relationships as well as some nightmare date stories.

Kellie was wearing a knee length sundress without a bra, and I couldn't help noticing her hardening nipples as she manuevered close alongside me. As we talked and laughed, it seemed to me that her occasional brushing and pressing against me was occurring more often, lingering a little longer each time. At first I was just enjoying the warmth of her touch, and the light scent of her perfume, not really thinking much more into it. However, I couldn't help becoming more aroused as she leaned in closer to my side, pressing her warm dress covered mound against my bicep. Her hips shifting slowly from side to side, as her mound rubbed against my arm. 

I could feel my own body heat rise as my cock began to swell under my shorts. We continued our conversation as Kellie moved behind me, but our discussion trailed off to silence as she lightly pressed her breasts against my upper shoulders. Her hardened nipples brushing against the back of my neck as she leaned closer against me to cut the hair on top of my head. 

My rising cock was beginning to strain against my shorts, and the towel around my shoulders to catch the hair was not long enough to conceal my rising bulge. Feeling the warmth of her breasts against my neck, I couldn't resist finding out where this was going and teased, "Mmmm, that feels good. Is a neck massage included with all your haircuts?" 

She laughed and replied, "Only for very special customers. Besides this massage is for my breasts not you." Then she leaned down over my shoulder, sliding her hand down the front of my chest and whispered lustily into my ear, "I have a different kind of massage in mind for you." My cock throbbed in response, and Kellie noticed, giggling softly at the sight of my straining bulge.

Kellie slid alongside me and again pressed her simmering sex against my bicep as she cut. Now making no effort to restrain her slow, methodical swaying of her hips as she rubbed her moistening pussy against me. 

I reached my hand down from my lap and traced my fingers up and down the back of her legs and knees, causing her to inhale deeply at first and then sigh deeply as she slightly spread her legs for my access. Slowly trailing my fingers up and down her legs, I inched my touch further up between her thighs, and increasing my hand pressure as I more firmly massaged behind her knees and thighs. 

Kellie stepped back, easing out of my grasp, and set the scissors down as she turned and swung her leg over mine. Looking down into my eyes, her hair spilled around her seductive grin as she straddled my legs and tossed off the towel from around my shoulders. I reached my hands around her ass to pull her closer and she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck as we embraced in a passionate kiss. Our lips playing together as our tongues teased in between.

I slid my hands down Kellie's thighs and I pulled the hem of her dress up, and she eased her hot, wet panty covered pussy down over my thigh. She moaned softly against my lips as she slowly ground her pussy over my thigh. 

Pulling Kellie's dress up over her waist, I slid my hands up under her dress. Massaging and squeezing her breasts and nipples while our tongues played. Kellie reached her hand down to unzip my shorts and freed my pulsing hard cock. As Kellie began to squeeze and massage my shaft, she slid down my thigh slightly, arching her back to press her mound and clit over my thigh, and kissed her way down my neck to my chest. 

I pulled Kellie up and lifted her dress over her head, and then took off my own shirt as she eased herself back down over my thigh, grinding her pussy against me. Kellie teased her tongue her tongue around my nipples as she stroked my hard shaft. 

Massaging over her her back with one hand, I slid my other hand down under her panties and massaged her ass. Slowly teasing my fingers down, then pressing a fingerip against her puckered rim. She gasped at the feel of my finger teasing her ass and pressed her pussy harder against my thigh, squeezing her wetness against me. 

Lust was surging through me as I grabbed Kellie's hips to slide her back up to mount my hard pre-cum glistening cock. But, she suddenly wriggled free from my grasp and stepped back, reaching over to the table for her glass of wine. Looking into my eyes with a mischievious grin, she sipped in a mouthfull. Then kneeling between my legs Kellie looked deeply into my eyes as she lifted my cock up with one hand and cupped my balls in the other and slowly spilled the wine out between her lips as she ran her lips up and down my shaft. 

The cooling sensation of the wine flowing over my hot cock and aching balls caused me to gasp, and shivers of pleasure rippled out from my loins. Kellie followed the trickling wine with her tongue down my cock and over my balls. Luxuriously sucking each of my balls into her mouth, teasing them with her tongue as she played a wine soaked finger around the rim of my asshole. 

Kellie slolwy licked her way back up from my sac, along the base of my shaft to my cock-head. Swirling her wine soaked tongue around my engorged tip, she pushed her lips down around my shaft. Her tongue swished around my hardness in her mouth while she cupped and lightly massaged my balls, stoking my lust for her.

The cooling sensation of the wine was wearing off, and the motion of Kellie's hot tongue returned the throbbing warm pleasure to my cock. Kellie released my swollen hardness from her lips, and I couldn't help noticing that my cock looked thicker and darker than I had ever seen it before. 

Kellie's eyes narrowed and her smile widened as she looked up into my eyes and enthusiastically stroked my shaft as she played with her pussy. Savoring the sight and feel of her hand pleasuring my cock as she strummed her clit, I could feel the ache of my orgasm swelling ion my balls. My cock throbbed with excitement in Kellie's hand. She grinned at the feel of my lust pulsing for her, then stopped stroking and grasped the base of my shaft and lightly slapped my hardness against her lips and tongue.

My pre-cum flowed down over my shaft and glistened over Kellie's lips. I could no longer resist my urge to fuck her and I groaned out, "Mmm, that feels soo good babe...I want to feel my cock in your pussy!" Kellie giggled with excitement as I stood up, and she laid back on her kitchen floor, eagerly spreading her legs open for me, as her fingers continued to massage over her clit. 

I lowered myself over her, pressing my swollen purple tip against her slick pussy lips, easily pushing my hardness between into her hot wet hole, and both of us gasped out with pleasure. Kellie's erotic teasing had ignited my passion, and I thought I might cum too quick, but the wine had desensitized my cock somewhat and I savored the feel of Kellie's pussy squeezing around my shaft. I slowly stirred my hardness in her pussy, and alternately thrusted deeper as she bucked her hips up to meet my rhythm and flicked her fingers over her clit. 

Strumming her fingers more frantically, Kellie gave me a pleading look and gasped out, "Oooh, yeah...faster...fuck me faster!". 

Increasing the speed of my cock strokes, I pumped deeper and harder into Kellie's pussy, our motion inching us over the kitchen floor with each thrust. Suddenly, Kellie threw her head back with a deep moan, her legs clenched hard around my waist, thrusting her hips up hard underneath me, she gyrated and twisted her pussy against my groin. I felt her pussy tighten around my hardness as Kellie's hot juices flowed over the kitchen floor. 

Feeling Kellie's body relax, I lowered myself down over her to kiss and suck her flushed nipples. Kissing up the nape of her neck, I shifted my weight to one side and began to slowly pull out of her. Kellie's eyes widened and she gasped out "Nooo!", then deftly rolled over to straddle me, looking down into my eyes with a devious smile. 

Kellie wrapped her hand firmly around my slippery hard shaft and guided my reddened cock between her swollen wet pussy lips. Slowly lowering herself down my hardness, we locked in a passionate kiss. Straddling on my cock, she rocked her hips against me, grinding against my pelvis as I grasped her breasts and used my thumbs to circle and massage her nipples. 

Kellie broke our kiss and sat upright, looking seductively into my eyes as she rapidly gyrated and ground her pussy over me. Reaching her hand down behind her, she clasped and cupped my aching balls, lightly bouncing them in her fingers as she rode me. Enthralled with the sight Kellie grinding over me, the feel of her playing with my balls as her pussy massaged my cock sent waves of pleasure through me. 

I could feel my balls tighten in Kellie's hand as my orgasm swelled within me. She released my balls and leaned over me, raising her hips as she looked deeply into my eyes and slid her pussy to the top of my shaf, then stopped her motion, holding me on the brink of orgasm. My lust surged through me and I immediately thrust my hips up to her pussy, pushing my cock deep into her. She gave me a wicked grin and moaned out, "Ooh yeaah, that it...fuck me! Fuck me hard!". 

I lost control and grabbed her hard by the hips as I thrust my hips up and pumped my cock deep and fast into the heat of her wet pussy. Bouncing Kellie up with each thrust over the kitchen floor, she lustily urged me on, "Yesss, fuck me! Oh yeah, fuck me hard! Mmmm, that's it fuck my pussy!" 

My orgasm seared though my body like lightening, curling my toes as my hips convulsed under Kellie, then arching her up off the floor as I groaned out. My balls clenched tightly as my throbbing cock pumped streams of cum hard into her, and she cooed into my ear, "Mmmm, that's it baby...feels sooo good!".

As my orgasm subsided, we slumped against each other in a warm, wet heap on the kitchen floor. My cock relaxed within Kellie's sweetly soaked pussy, and I couldn't resist teasing, "Y'know, this is the best haircut I ever had!"



In the Kitchen with Mom-in-Law



I woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat. I needed to head downstairs to get a glass of water. I slowly got out of bed so I would not disturb Chelsea. Slowly, I crept out of the bedroom and around the concrete banister to the stairs. The stairs made some noise as I walked over top of them. Hopefully I wouldn't wake anybody in the house. I made it to the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner to head to the kitchen. I opened up the fridge to look for the water and found a jug with enough water for one glass. I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and poured the entirety of the water into my cup. As I was putting the jug next to the garbage I heard someone walking in the other room. I grabbed my glass off the table and started my way back towards the stairs when Brenda, Chelsea's mom stopped me in the doorway.

"What are you doing down here Justin?" She said.

"I woke up and just needed a drink to clear my throat. I'm gonna head back to bed now. What are you doing up?"

"Same thing, I just needed some water."

"I'm sorry, I just poured the last of it into my glass but you can have some of mine if ya want?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yup, here go ahead."

As she takes a drink of my water I notice she is wearing her purple sweatpants and sweatshirt combo tonight. Something that I have always thought makes her look the most attractive. It's when she looks vulnerable and cute. Her long dirty blonde hair hanging naturally down, with no makeup on is easily my favorite look of hers. 

"Thanks Justin." She says.

"No problem."

We stand there for a second and I think she notices that this whole time I have been staring at her. I've always found her kind of attractive and fantasized about her but have never said anything. Tonight, while we are alone, I decide to throw a compliment out there.

"You look very nice tonight by the way." I said.

"Thank you, Justin but I'm only in my pajamas." She says with a grin. 

"I better be heading up to bed now."

She stops me as I try to walk around her. 

"Are you sure you don't need anything else down here?" She says.

"Not that I can think of, haha." 

I laugh as I don't know what to do with her this close to me. 

"Okay, well then, I'll see you in the morning." She says.

I begin to walk away but stop and turn back around.

"Brenda," I say as I get closer to her again, "I've always thought you were gorgeous, I've thought about you, about us." I whisper and pull in even closer.

"Justin, what do you mean?"

"You are very sexy Brenda, I've always wanted you."

"Justin we can't. It's just not right. You're my daughter's boyfriend."

"I know Brenda, but don't my hands feel nice on you." 

I start to stroke my right hand up and down her side. I cover all the area from her hip to right below her breasts. 

"Yeeeessss... No! We can't. Please stop Justin." As she pushes me away.

"I can't." I whisper as again I move in close. Moving my hand up and down again. This time moving it to her fine ass. I squeeze it and keep putting my hands all over her.

"Ohhh Justin. Your hands feel so good." 

Just as she finishes talking I bring my lips to hers for a kiss. My lips touch hers and we embrace while our lips are locked. Can this really be happening? Yes. Her mouth starts to open as she awaits my tongue. I push my tongue into her mouth smooth and gentle. Our saliva combines while her arms wrap around me and mine around her. My cock starts to harden. This fantasy was actually coming true. As Brenda starts to feel my member she kisses with more passion. Our tongues are going crazy with lust. 

I shift my body so I can get my hand up her shirt. I slowly start moving it past her stomach and up onto her black and leopard printed bra. Her breast was cupped in my hand. She lets out her first moans.

"Uhhh mmmm."

Her moans harden my cock to full length and stiffness. I start to slip my hand underneath her bra and start playing with her nipple. Her muffled moans from our kiss still fill the silent air.

Our lips break and she hops up onto the kitchen table. From here I unzip her sweatshirt, throw it aside and take off the t-shirt underneath. I lean in and kiss her once again. Our tongues wrestling for position. My hand crawls around back to unhook her bra. I get it quickly and it loosens up on her chest. 

"Wow, you've had practice at that, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty good at that."

She takes her bra fully off and now her breasts are exposed to me for the first time. I had always hoped to catch her getting out of the shower one day but I haven't had such luck. They were nice breasts. Not large, either a big A or a small B but they were nice. Beautiful.

We embrace and kiss again. Her legs are wrapped around my waist as she starts to take off my shirt. I lift up my arms and it comes off clean. 

Our now naked upper bodies are pressed together. We feel each other's skin as we hold each other tight. I break the seal of our kiss to slowly kiss me way down to her breast. I take her breast in my mouth and she lets out another moan. I start to suck on the nipple and massage the breast at the same time. I move my mouth over to the other one but keep massaging the right one with my hand. 

At this point, Brenda has her arms holding her body up as she leans backwards in enjoyment. 

She brings my head back up for a kiss in order to reach my basketball shorts. She uses her calves that are wrapped around me along with her hands in order to pull both my shorts and boxers down. 

Without looking she starts stroking my cock. It's stiffer than it has ever been. Her right hand goes up and down the length of my shaft. 

We break apart and Brenda gets off the table.

"Wait until you feel this." She says.

Her tongue starts to touch the tip of my cock. Holding it at the base with her right hand, she licks all the way around the tip and all the way down the side. 

"Do you like that? Do you like your cock in my mouth?"

My groans answer her question. She puts my cock into my mouth and starts bobbing back and forth. I hear the noise of her slurping my cock. Her saliva is dripping off the shaft as she keeps going. She can't get enough. 

I pull her up and go right to those purple sweatpants. I pull them down and her leopard matching panties come with. Her pussy is wet. Really, really wet. I guide her back onto the table and she lays her back down with her hips right at the edge. 

I kiss my way down to her sex. I can't believe this is happening. I start to kiss her clit. She lets out a soft moan. I move a finger to her hole and slowly insert it. Her body shakes. My tongue moves rapidly against her clit. Her clit is at my tongues mercy as my finger claims her hole. Her clit moves like than a practice boxing ball hanging from the ceiling. 

"Justin, Justin, Justin, ahhhh, yessss!" She moans. 

She pulls me up with so I am face to face with her. 

"Fuck me Justin."

I lift her up off the table and stand her up. I guide her over to the sink and pull her legs apart. She puts her elbows on the counter and her head is down.

I place my cock right on the outside of her pussy. We are already both breathing heavy. I start to penetrate her wet pussy.

"Ahhhhhh! Yesss!" she screams.

I pump slowly. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. I reach forward and grab her breasts. Starting to pump faster I use my grip on her breast as handles. We hear our skin slapping together. I keep going faster and faster. Her hair is flying all over the place and she is panting heavily. 

"Justin your cock feels so good. Uhhh." She groans.

She stops me and takes my member out of her, turns around and puts my cock in her mouth again. Back and forth her head goes again. She likes her own juices on my cock. Her saliva and her pussy juice is mixed while her mouth covers my cock. I close to finishing so I stop her and put her up on the table.

Her legs are now up on my shoulders as we are ready to go again. 

"Put it in me Justin. Fuck my pussy."

I thrust. Hard. She lets out another moan. Now I start to fuck Brenda hard. Our rough sex is moving the table. I pound her sex and play with her clit while her boobs bounce up and down. What a great view. I can't help but admire how beautiful this MILF is that I'm fucking. I keep going with the rough sex. This lust is making me thrust harder than ever. Brenda's boobs still bounce with the rhythm of my strokes.

"I'm almost there!" She says.

"Okay, Okay." I say as I get in a few more thrusts.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Yessssssssss! Fuck my pussy! I'M GOING TO FINISH!! OHHH YESSSS! FUCK YES! OHHHH OHHH OHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Ah ah ah ah." She pants as she comes down from her climax. 

"Let me take care of you." She says.

She now goes down to my cock and moves her mouth up and down with her hand going up and down with her mouth.

"Ughh." I moan.

"Let me taste that cum Justin."

I brace against the wall as she works my cock so well. The pressure builds and I grab her shoulder to brace for the explosion of cum. 

"Here it comes! Uhhhh! I groan as my cum starts to fill my girlfriend's mom's mouth. Brenda keeps going as the cum keeps coming. 

"Mmmmm." She groans as she likes the taste. 

She pulls off my cock with cum dripping from her mouth. She catches the drips with her finger and sucks it as she had just done with my cock. I see her mouth still full of my cream. 

She swallows my cum and stands back up.

"Wow, I can't believe we did that." She said. "We can't tell anyone."

"I won't tell a soul." I say. "You were great."

"You weren't bad yourself Justin." She says with that giddy school girl voice.

"Can we do this again?" I say.

"You know I want to but that just isn't a good idea. We need to cool it."

I pull her body close to me again.

"Are you sure?" I say with a grin.

With a smile she says, "We'll see."

THE END