0 comments/ 23654 views/ 3 favorites No Mercy By: not_so_innocent_flirting It was when he finally moved the thin string running from my lower back to my tummy aside and his tongue tasted the juices flowing freely wetting my thighs that I found that release I had almost begged for. Such need had invaded my thoughts over a period of a couple of days and this need could now be best described as hunger I was so hungry for touch. Needing to feel the comfort of warm flesh against my own began to eat away at me until it did not matter anymore how I felt about turning to him. I needed him. His mouth was moist and warm as he kissed along the inside of my leg. Wrapping his strong hands around my ankles placing his shoulders between them dragging his tongue up the inside stopping and sucking the tender skin along the way. Feeling the trail behind my knee out and to the inside of my thigh of wet kisses pushed me even higher in this erotic zone. Kissing his way up to my hips and pressing down on them I could feel his breath tease the soft pubic hairs as his finger circled slowly around my navel. His hands reaching behind me, cupping the cheeks of my butt, lifting me harder against his mouth, my back arching to meet this touch. Pressing hard against my warm flesh now with his flattened tongue licking carefully the underside of my breast then turning to the other then kissing up between them. "Close your eyes baby and just feel me" was whispered into the near dark room. Hearing the passion in his voice and the eager touching brought me higher still feeling euphoric it was so easy to just succumb to his words, his touch. "I know what you need, let me do this for you." "Yes" was all I said and my eyes closed and my body turned to fire. The feeling of his body sliding over mine, his fingers entwined with mine his hardness pressing into my groin was beautiful, he could show me such tenderness and at the same time command my every feeling to be just as he chooses it to be. Kissing the tops of my shoulders and my throat where he knows I love to be kissed brought soft moans into the room. With my arousal growing my actions becoming faster and harsher he so patiently slowed the pace, "Easy go easy baby there is no hurry." Rolling over onto his back taking me with him I could feel my breasts pressed firmly down against his chest while his hands felt smooth across my back moving up to my shoulders and down cupping my ass. Our bodies grinding together, such a teasing dance one that felt so good. His hands now cupping my face so tenderly as he placed the lightest kisses upon my lips, between each carefully placed kiss whispering my name. Bending his knee upward he pressed between my legs and I could feel the wetness begin to flow more freely and I could feel the way his leg slid so easily in the juices. Rubbing back and forth I pressed hard down onto his knee teasing even more. I wanted to feel him inside so badly, "Not yet baby" and he continued kissing so softly now sucking my tongue deeply into his mouth and licking across my bottom lip still holding my face so gently. Sitting up now and my legs wrapping around his hips, he pulled me closer, and once again began kissing the front of my throat I do so love that. Feeling. His hard shaft up flat against his tummy I pulled closer to him raising my hips to slide along this flesh touching the places I so needed touched. He gently began pushing against my shoulders telling me to lay back. Laying on my back now my legs pressed against each hip I felt his hand touch my skin running along the crease at the top of my leg then up a little higher. Keeping my eyes closed I became totally consumed in this feeling. When his hands reached my breasts and his palms touched flat against my erect nipples I could feel the stirring from deep inside of my body. Touching my breasts so sensually and touching lightly across my nipples encouraged my body to move wanting to feel more feel him deep. "Please" the word was my pleading. His hands running down my sides now across my ribs to my hips and to my thighs I needed him to touch me so badly, "please" once more whispered. I felt the heel of his hand press onto my pubic bone sending shivers through my body as I lifted to press against his hand. With one finger running up and down the sensitive skin inside my thigh I felt his hand go lower and cup across my throbbing mound. His hand so carefully touching and his finger just barely touching the folds enclosing my swollen clitoris moving up and down so lightly so not to penetrate. I felt a finger slide the folds apart and the wetness run freely across his hand. Spreading the juices from my anus to my pubic bone. His actions so slow they were maddening. I lifted my arms and laid them down stretched above my head and my eyes remained closed so taken in by the sensations I was feeling not wanting them to stop. With one hand he held the folds apart and with the other circled a finger around the hard clitoris slowly then sliding down and slipping a finger deep inside of me then moving it in and out then back up to my clitoris. Then two fingers, a little faster, then three. My legs lifted and my feet pressed against each shoulder he continued this wonderful touching and my arousal peeking even further. I could feel his lips as his mouth kissed the inside of my calf. Now pleading with him to please let me cum. He continued teasing my clitoris by rubbing it between two fingers moving it back and forth while his fingers moved in and out of me with the other hand. "Cum for me baby" was spoken through labored breathing I opened my eyes and saw his and I reached the point I so badly needed. Drenching his fingers tightening around them pleasure spilled. Raising onto his knees and leaning forward with my feet still on his shoulders he entered my still pulsing body, long slow strokes in and out. Keeping them so slow. I felt my legs press tightly against his neck as he drove harder into me. I wanted to feel him deeper and harder yet he once again slowed me with his words. Pulling my hips toward him he drove deeper keeping a slow pace lifting my hips up and down and pulled me harder. I needed this release again and I needed to feel his. Words just seemed to spill from my lips as I told him how wonderful this felt and how much I wanted him to cum, as I spoke his pace quickened. Deeper and faster strokes now I knew he was so close. I reached down and began rubbing my clitoris and begged him to cum inside of me. "Please baby" I whispered, "Please show me no mercy." His fingers dug into my hips as I felt spurt after spurt of warmth coat the inside of me and run freely between our bodies. Letting my legs fall back onto the bed as he lay across me kissing my neck and stroking the hair from around my face so lost in the pulsing as my body continued to tease him hard once more. The End No Mercy We're lying in bed one morning. You're stroking my arm as I lay curled up beside you with my head on your chest, trailing my fingers over your stomach. "What do you say we pack a lunch and head out on the boat today?" I ask as my hand disappears beneath the sheets. "That sounds -" You stop in mid-sentence as you feel my hand close around your hard shaft. I stroke you a couple of times. "That sounds what?" I ask as I kick the sheets off and straddle you. I begin to rub my wet slit against your hard cock. Your hands move to my hips as you try to lower me onto you. "Good," you reply as I finally take you fully into my body and begin to ride you. You pull my head down for a hard kiss. "You're so bad," you chuckle against my lips. Placing my hands on your chest, I can feel your heart pounding beneath my palm as our movements become faster. "I learned from the best," I answer just before I cum hard. You thrust one more time, burying yourself deep inside me as my body's contractions milk every last drop from you. I collapse on top of you and we doze off. I wake first and being careful not to disturb you, head into the shower. After my shower I get dressed and am packing our lunch when you appear. You grab the cooler off the counter and we head to the car. We board the boat and head out into the middle of the lake. We turn the motor off and drop anchor. I take off my t-shirt and shorts, revealing a skimpy midnight blue bikini. You've stripped down to just your shorts. I start unpacking the food as you approach. You whistle appreciatively when you see my new swimsuit. We sit down and begin to eat our lunch, which consists of cheese and strawberries and grapes. I've also included a bottle of sparkling grape juice. You open the grape juice and pour us some. We take turns feeding each other, occasionally nipping or sucking on fingers. After we eat, we lay on the deck holding each other, stroking each other. We doze as the sun warms us. A little while later, I slip from your embrace and go to stand against the railing. I stare out at the other boaters on the water and then look over at your sleeping form. I smile as my heart swells with emotion and I feel like the luckiest woman alive. I look back at the water, watching the gentle waves as the wind picks up and am lost in thought when I feel your arms snake around my waist. You nibble my ear and run your tongue over that sensitive spot behind my ear that you know gets me going. "You are the sexiest woman around," you say as you start to nibble the other ear. "How'd I get so lucky?" I wiggle my ass against your hard cock. "Play your cards right, handsome, and you'll definitely get lucky," I say tipping my head back as you start to kiss my neck. "Spread your legs," you whisper in my ear. I do as you say, my heart skipping a beat as I feel you pulling my bikini panties down. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Someone's going to see us!" You free your cock from your shorts and bend me forward ever so slightly. The side of the boat hides our lower bodies. "Trust me, sweetheart," you tell me as you slide your rock hard cock inside my wet hot pussy. You thrust gently inside me, letting the rocking of the boat set your pace. To people who might pass by we just look like two lovers watching the waves. You take my hand and guide it to my pussy, where together we stroke my swollen clit. I begin to move against you as the pressure builds. "That's it, baby," you say as thrust a little harder. "Cum for me, babe." I bite back a scream as my release washes over me. Your release follows. We stand together with your arms around my waist as we calm down and you slowly slide from my depths. You adjust your shorts then bend down to pull my panties back up, kissing your way up my legs and over my ass you stand. I turn around and kiss you, sliding my tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around me and pull me close. You tangle your hands in my hair as you deepen the kiss. "Shall we head home?" you ask breathlessly. I nod. You raise the anchor and I begin to pack up the remnants of our lunch. We begin to head for home. A little ways into our return home, I kneel down in front of you. "What are you doing?" you ask. "Trust me, sweetheart," I say smiling, as I free your semi-hard cock from your shorts. I kiss your balls before running my tongue over the length of your shaft. You moan as I take you in my mouth and begin to suck you, feeling you growing hard in my mouth. I alternate between using my mouth and my hand, drawing out the pleasure. You tighten your grip on the wheel as I continue to suck and lick you, squeezing your balls until I finally coax your hot sticky fluid from you. You cum hard, my name escaping your lips in almost a grumble as you shoot your cum down my throat. I suck you dry and hold you in my mouth until you soften. Releasing you, I readjust your shorts, kissing your cock through your shorts before standing. I kiss you deeply, knowing you can taste yourself on my lips. "Hey, babe?" you call as I put my shorts and t-shirt back on. "Yes?" I answer, smiling innocently. "Two words for you," you say, smiling devilishly. "Yeah? What are they?" I say. "No mercy," is your answer as we dock and disembark from the boat. We head to the car. When we get home, we race into the house like little kids. Dropping the cooler in the front hall, you grab me and gently throw me against the front door. Your lips come down hard on my mouth, spearing your tongue inside. You quickly rid me of my shirt and shorts as I strip your shorts off you. My bikini is also removed and as you plunder my mouth with your tongue, you thrust your fingers into my dripping pussy. You finger me vigorously as you swirl your tongue over first one hard nipple then the other. You can tell when I'm close to cumming because you slow down, denying me that pleasure. You don't let me calm down too much and then you start all over again. I beg you to push me over the edge. "No mercy, babe," you say just before tonguing my slit. You remove your fingers from me only to slide your tongue inside. I scream as the pressure builds again. You continue to torture me, bringing me closer to the edge each time only to drag me away again. My head falls back against the door and my eyes close. All I am aware of is your mouth and fingers on my pussy. My hands tangle in your hair. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, you draw my clit into your mouth and bite down gently. I explode in the wildest orgasm I've ever had. I scream your name as you continue to suck my clit and I'm rocked by aftershocks. You stand and sweep me into your arms as my legs refuse to hold me. "You bastard," I say lovingly as I slap you on the shoulder weakly. You chuckle as you carry me to the bedroom, placing me on the bed. You turn down the covers and I scoot under them. You climb into bed beside me and wrap your arms around me. "Admit it, you loved every second of it," you say, kissing my forehead. "Mmmm," I say, snuggling against you. "Yep." I drift off, feeling sated and loved. No Mercy I have a knack for getting into trouble. In this instance, the mitigation was the mother of all losing streaks. If it hadn't been the mother of all streaks I wouldn't have even gone into the sedate little club for 'afternoon'-amateurs, let alone invited myself into the game with five women who were clearly intent on gossiping a bit during a break from the downtown shops. But they didn't really object to my presence. In fact, two of them had slipped into the Ladies during the early hands, separately of course, and returned with hair and lippy freshened and a button or two, well, you get the idea. And the way my luck continued to run they had no reason to object, in any event. I was propping up their cards for another round of the shops later on. So I was noticing some things. The pert little blonde to my left was hot and knew she was hot, that was easy – and the bling blonde kitty corner to my right was hot for me, which was also easy. That sort of thing I was getting. When I should've been paying more heed to the cool slim brunette straight opposite. Because it was her ( Naomi?) who really twisted the knife when I finally, finally got a hand worth investing in. In fact everyone else was out of the hand, sipping wine and chatting. "No," She said quietly, with a quick glance from the marker I was jotting to the sign on the wall. The sign which read Table Stakes Only. Most of the others didn't even notice the exchange. Still didn't when I slipped off my watch and help it up in unspoken question. She nodded and I added it to the pot. At which point She said, "See your five and raise you five." The blonde who was hot for me wasn't as distracted as she appeared to be. Winking, she broke off her chat with the redhead beside her and raised her glass slowly, "Watch Na...she can be very very strict." So her name was Naomi. I had Jacks over 8s as a full house. There was, oh, $200 in the pot. "If it's table stakes...?" I broke off, shrugging, searching for some hint. "Then anything you put on the table has to be considered." The blonde winked, again, over her glass as she sipped the contents. Alli. That was her name, Alli. It was the other blonde who nonchalantly kicked off her shoe. Nice little gold anklet flashing quickly. So I took off my shoes and showed them briefly over the edge of the table. After all, there were three other tables, primarily occupied by females. Naomi promptly said, "see your five and raise your five." "Will anything be worth more than ten?" I tried for a quip. Naomi merely shrugged, gestured for me to drop the socks besides the shoes. Alli was saying, "I think bare feet can be very erotic," while Naomi slipped first one then the other $5 chip onto the pot. Quit, my inner voice said. But I didn't really want to walk out of there barefoot. That would be the height, well, the depths of something. Not to mention it was cold out and the car was several blocks away. I'd have bet the car but I was living in it until I could get together the money again for a motel . Alli wasn't helping this time and all five were definitely focused on me now – and although in all probability not much time had passed it felt as though it had – and it felt like if the silence persisted much longer someone else at one of the other tables would notice...and, besides, so the thinking went, they were females and therefore the nurturing gender and therefore if I feigned sufficient helplessness they would settle for amusing themselves gently at my expense and draw a line under the whole business... But they didn't. Naomi didn't and none of the others did a thing except sip drinks and smile in silence... because there was yet another $5 chip waiting to be covered...and with my slacks already around my ankles it was either my shirt, or my briefs – or of course fold and walk out of there not just barefoot but with no slacks. Briefs are easier to remove discreetly than slacks. There are no zips or buckles, etc. All you have to do is heft your butt and inch or so from the chair and they're around your ankles. I didn't expect the blonde who knew she was hot to place her unshoed foot between my feet, trapping my clothes to the floor – a clear unspoken instruction to lift my feet clear, and let her sweep away my slacks and briefs. Leaving me completely naked from the waist down. And, you know, sticking a bit to the chair –rocking sideways a bit first one way then the other, to keep from making that obscene sucking sound... and... Watching as Naomi first covered then raised. Again. You know how perspiration tickles when it rolls over the base of your spine. It was hard not to wriggle now. But I couldn't move, not now. "Okay, you've had your fun." Naomi cocked an eyebrow slightly and I added, "it would be nice if you let me at least play my hand." Silence. Maybe my tone hadn't been quite right. "Okay, what if I asked you nicely, please, to let me play my hand." Silence. Again. I could see their point of view. Being a guy, if the roles were reversed, and the opportunity arose I'd probably take full advan...at which point Alli said, "I think the point is we don't really appreciate your attempt to sandbag us. " The temperature escalated rapidly and I knew I'd flushed crimson. I also knew it was simple. Play. Or fold. Easy for you to say. Getting into the situation had been almost logical. Now that I was actually in the situation, and the ladies clearly wanted their pound of flesh, there was no logical solution to the dilemma. Looked at in the cold light of day, from where you are...well, please feel free to advise me – what would you have done? – but of course that's purely hindsight and without the distraction of a raging erection. It certainly seemed to me that I had no real choice...that there was only option really. A female would do this with some grace and elegance. But of course perspiration makes the shirt stick and of course I didn't undo the sleeves before the rest of the buttons and of course that was just that little bit panic making...and of course it now seemed to me that the entire world was aware of and overtly amused and enjoying my predicament...and of course by the time I struggled out of the shirt and got it on the table most of the room, and everyone at the table, was in fact amused and enjoying my predicament...and of course the blonde who knew she was hot made very sure to compliment me on my endowment, which is in fact at the upper end of average or slightly beyond – and although this was flattering, of course...the total effect was to create a hubbub sort of haze out of which the only clear figure was Naomi. And she was absolutely crystal clear. So it was like watching a car accident, in that unique slow motion over which you have no real control, when she laid out the first chip then – denying me any mercy whatsoever – added the second, her slim fingers laying it carefully on top of the first. She didn't own my ass. Yet. I could still fold. I would be stark naked, in a public place, with absolutely nowhere to go. But I could still fold. That again, however, is purely hindsight. I have no idea how long elapsed. I was aware of the ring of onlookers, of course...and of the wall of noise and then the even more intense silence. But I was conscious specifically only of Naomi...and the idea of folding never once crossed my mind. I'm sure it didn't. Being denied mercy leaves you helpless. At least it did me. She could have let me lay out my hand...and hadn't... but I didn't now even resent that, strangely. I simply had nothing to bet. Nothing whatever. I wasn't going to plead or beg. Not in front of a room full of women. There had been few enough men in the place to start with and I certainly wasn't aware of any around now...which may, oddly enough, have been a mercy, because I'm pretty sure making eye contact with another male at that point would have been utterly humiliating...but the absence of males is irrelevant. What would I plead or beg for? Fact is, I could think of no initiative I could take. None. THAT was intensely calming. Freedom is another word for nothing left to lose. Odd the things you think about. But the old lyrics were true. She was waiting for me and I could think of nothing I had left to bet and therefore I had nothing left to lose. We had arrived at an impasse but it was more like we were in an oasis, just the two of us...and from my point of view it wasn't a bad place to be at all. Judging from the faint smile playing across her face, she seemed to be thinking something similar. It was Alli who produced the notepad and pen. Naomi, of course, wrote the note, tore of the sheet, folded it and handed it across to me. My balls literally tightened when I read it. She was a female and therefore treacherous and now that smile seemed to have meant something completely different. Or not. Who could say? I read her note a second time, then a third...to be sure I understood it. I also thought about it. Then I folded it one more time, carefully, so it wouldn't open for someone else to read and put it in the pot, saying, pleased by own calm, "I agree." Then she put in first one chip, followed by a second. I very nearly chuckled out loud as I tossed in my hand. Now there truly was nothing left to lose...