3 comments/ 9866 views/ 1 favorites Blue Dress By: lennythelion He was a regular client; not especially frequent, but certainly regular. He would call every two months or so, sometimes every two weeks; the longest interval had been three months. He had been calling for nearly three years now. She wondered what his story was. He didn't talk much, and he didn't want to have sex with her. It could have been disquieting and, in the beginning, it had been. But now she knew what to expect. Which didn't stop her from being extremely curious. At the appointed time, she knocked on the door of the usual hotel room. He opened it wide, standing aside to let her enter. She walked in and stood before the bed, unbuttoning her coat, taking it off and laying it on the back of a chair. He was sitting on the bed now facing her. Standing there in only a deep blue, lacy thong with matching garter belt and stockings, and high-heeled shoes, she wondered again to herself what his story was. He was quite a good-looking man, in his forties probably, but looked kind of sad, empty almost. He turned to where it lay beside him on the bed, and picked it up with two hands, cradling it almost reverently. He extended his arms to offer it to her, and she took it by the shoulders, dropping it towards the floor and stepping into it, slowly and steadily. She inched it up her legs, pulling it little by little over her hips, sliding her hands through the armholes, and using her opposite hands to move it slowly up her arms and onto her shoulders. It was a beautiful dress, strangely cut, but in a beautiful midnight blue shade of satin. Its plunging neckline reached almost to her waist, and the draping behind dropped all the way to the small of her back. A fine silver chain across her collarbone stopped it from slipping off her shoulders, and she fastened it now. She turned slowly all the way round so he could appreciate it from every angle. As she faced him again, she saw that familiar look in his eyes, the emptiness gone, almost sparkling. Happiness? Lust? Something of both. He was unfastening his pants now, freeing his erect cock from its confinement, and beginning to stroke himself. She knew it wasn't her that inspired these feelings but the dress. She started to hum a sultry tune in her head and swayed in time with it, making the folds of the material sway also, swishing as they brushed against each other. The light from the lamps made the fabric shimmer as she turned and moved. Her curiosity was overwhelming her, but she hid her skepticism well. What was with this man and this dress? Was it just a dress or did it have a history? The effect on him was impressive in any case. His eyes were half-closed now but he was still watching her, watching the dress, and he stroked more quickly, his hand firm on his long, thick shaft, rising and falling to some other tune than the one she was humming. She mused that it was a waste of all the money he was paying her, but who was she to argue? She turned again, a little twirl now, making the dress circle outwards, and then swayed again from side to side. He was close now, and was forcing his eyes wide to look at the movement of the gleaming satin as his hand moved rapidly up and down. She didn't turn again because she knew what he wanted. He had been very clear with his instructions all that time ago: she would not talk, would not question; he would not touch. His hand was a blur now, and suddenly he grunted and his cum arched across the small space that separated them, landing at the point of the V of the neckline, and again full on the front of the dress, and again, and again. She stood there for a short while as he surveyed the effect of his handiwork. When he was ready, he smiled and nodded at her. She walked sedately to the bathroom to remove the dress. As she took it off, she realized there was a drop of cum at the top of her abdomen. She scooped it up with her finger and, hesitating only a second or two, placed her finger in her mouth. What a waste. She laid the dress on the toilet seat and returned to the room to put her coat back on. As she finished fastening it, she picked up the bills he had left for her on the table, nodded to him and left. *** Inspired by Depeche Mode's Blue Dress, from the Violator album Blue Dress I zip my tight blue dress up in the back, brush on blush and black mascara, and swipe my bright pink lipstick over my lips. Grabbing my jewelry and my clutch, I rush out the door; the Uber that I called should be here any minute, so I go to my lobby. As I stand on the sidewalk waiting for the Uber to pull up, I hook my necklace together behind my neck, and pull my hair into a loose and low ponytail. The car pulls up, and I slide in the back, telling the driver to take me to The 312 - I'll start at that bar and work my way around tonight. I answer my phone - it's my buddy Jeff calling to tell me he's outside my door; he's trying to rush me before we've even gone anywhere tonight. I grab some extra cash for my wallet, and go downstairs. Jeff is more excited than I am, because he's convinced tonight's the night, as is every night with him. We swing by Brandon's apartment, and he gets in, just as eager as Jeff is. We head towards The 312, their favorite bar; it makes me feel uneasy. My plan is just to lay low and hope the two of them "work their magic" and maybe by some chance I'll get laid tonight. I know exactly what I'm here to do tonight: drink - not too much, and hopefully head home with a guy in an Uber that's not going back to my apartment. I take a quick look around the bar, scope out the scene, and pick a seat with a good view. Ordering a martini, I start my routine. First I down my martini, and chew on the olives mindlessly. Then I order another. Better slow down for tonight. Now comes the emotion. For the first half hour, I always go for the "my life sucks and I'm drinking the night away" style, hoping to catch some easy guy's glance, and then he'll come over to flirt, and I know I've got one for the night. I start complaining out loud, maybe it's to the bartender, and I wait. I cross the street, following closely behind Jeff and Brandon, and it seems that they're running to the bar. I step in right after they do, and immediately regret coming with them. Why do I always let them choose the bar? Why do I keep hanging out with them when I'd rather be at home, or drinking alone at a quiet bar? The scene is noisy; it seems to me that there are plenty of girls just waiting for a guy to whisk them away for the night. I'm not into that, because I'd rather just meet someone on a blind date, and hope for a few more after that. Definitely not looking to settle down, I guess casual dating is okay but really I'm just not into anything right now. Jeff orders me a double whiskey on the rocks, and they both cheer me on to chug, chug, chug - and down the hatch it goes. He orders another - I won't mind drinking tonight if Jeff's going to pay. I down that one as well, and as he orders a third, I start to look around. I'm in the middle of my routine, still sipping on my second martini, carrying on about my awful work week and what a pain my boss is. I hear this loud group of guys just down the bar from me; two are egging on the other to down his drinks. I playfully stir my martini, and keep glancing back at the guys. The one who has been drinking too much already would be a good catch, except he really doesn't seem to be enjoying himself, just the whiskey. I realize I've mindlessly turned my body to face this group of guys, intently watching them. The charming one, with the trimmed beard, and the dull look on his face, has caught my eye. I immediately shift my body back towards the bar, and finish off my martini. After three drinks, I've already started to get a little hazy. Brandon's already been ogling the one he'll catch tonight, and Jeff's running them down the river - there's a reason he always goes out, because he can never catch one. In my effort to ignore the two of them, I glance down the bar, catching the eye of this hot brunette, who immediately downs her drink and turns away. I elbow Jeff and nod my head in her direction, to see what he thinks of her. He instantly says she's out of his league, and goes back to searching the room. I look at her again, and she's turned back towards me shyly. Brandon notices me still staring at her. Before I realize it they've pulled me off the stool and have given me a nudge towards her. Crap! What am I supposed to do now? I am too hazy to make intelligent conversation, and there's no going back - they'll just make it worse if I have to go up to her two times. I see him hesitantly walk towards, and I start to twirl my hair nervously around my finger, pretending I don't see him grab the seat next to me, and order a double whiskey on the rocks. As soon as the bartender pours the drink, he's reaching out to start drinking it. I look out of the corner of my eye at him, and he's sweating. I continue with my hair, and I've decided I'm going to go to the bathroom to avoid this awkward encounter, when he speaks. He's fumbling around with his words, and all I can think about is if he's ever picked up a woman at the bar before. He clearly needs to back off the whiskey, and needs to relax. I give him a playful grin, hoping to calm him. He shakes his head anxiously, and apologizes for how badly he's doing this. He asks if I see his encouraging friends behind him, cheering for him, and I reassure him they're watching our every move. There's absolutely no way that this chick is going home with me tonight. First I pretend she's not there, and then I'm telling her all about my dumb friends, and my collection of beer mugs - don't ask. She's still smiling, oddly enough. I apologize for making a fool of myself, and tell her that really my friends pick out girls for me to take home, but tonight you stood out to me. I think she probably understands part of that is the alcohol talking, but she sheepishly looks away, seemingly embarrassed by this compliment. I rely on the haze in my head to tell her that she looks hot in that blue dress, and being polite, I order her another of whatever she's drinking. As I listen to him flirt with me, it dawns on me that he isn't messing around - I'm not just another girl he can sleep with and throw out that same night. He actually seems interested in me. I decide that I'm going to act on this hunch, and when he orders me another drink, I thank him by placing my hand on his thigh, close to his crotch. He freezes, and looks up at me. For a moment I'm locking eyes with him, almost not realizing that he puts his hand on top of mine. It's as if we're in a trance - just that slight touch and we're both in another world. Then all of a sudden, he has stood up, hands up as if to say he's innocent. He says that he's sorry, and he can't do this with me, that I just seem too good to be true, and starts to turn away from me. I am off the barstool, trying to walk away from this situation that I can't believe is real. I see Brandon and Jeff's faces and their shock and awe is exactly how I feel too. This chick cannot be for me, she is too hot, too much of a woman, and if I was going to get laid tonight, I really didn't want to have to think about her ever again past a couple of hours from now. But this girl - she was a different story. Before I know it, she's grabbed my arm, and she's spun around so that she's blocking me from going back to my guys. She starts rambling on and on about how she usually will sleep with any guy that's breathing, but you seem like a great guy, and I can tell that you're into me, and if you're up for a real night, then I'm up for a real night too - no sneaking out after sex. Then she even is as bold to say, we won't even have sex tonight if you don't want to. Did I really just say that if he doesn't want to have sex, we don't have to? Have I lost my mind? This is my thing - Friday nights, sex night; especially with a random guy. But this guy, he's more mysterious. He seems like he may take this deal, so I give him my saddest puppy dog eyes, asking him, begging him, pleading with him to agree for us to leave together. He glances back at his friends; they seem to be giving him the thumbs up. He agrees, and we both smile, a little uncertain of what we're really going to do tonight, although I may have a better offer than what I just told him. I step outside with this hot chick right beside me, and I'm hailing a cab. She keeps grinning at me; it seems she's glad I accepted. I'm glad I did too, I just am not sure what I agreed to. She said no sex if I don't want to, but the more I look at her, it appeals more and more. I guess we'll see what happens once we get back to my apartment. We climb in the cab, and she slides in very close to me. She has her arm behind mine, and locks our hands together, playfully rubbing the back of my hand. All concentration is lost, and I realize I haven't even told the driver my address yet. His skin is so smooth, covered in small curls of hair. The heady mix of alcohol plus his scent plus the tingling beneath my fingers is mesmerizing. I move my hands to his legs, and start rubbing his jeans lightly, moving my hands up, and down. I look up at him, and ask him with my eyes if we're really even going to talk at all tonight. He takes my hand, and moves it even closer to his crotch. I start rubbing over his junk, and he closes his eyes, taken aback by the feel. Her hands feel so good, rubbing, and rubbing me until I feel that I'm almost hard. I reach over, and start to caress her, feeling her skin beneath that tight blue dress. My hands wander up to her breasts, and I gently squeeze, hearing her quiet moan in response. She whispers to me that we probably don't want to do this in the cab, and I smile. I lean over and brush my lips gently against hers. Her response is quick, with her tongue already invading my mouth, she moves slowly but not gently. A gentle kiss isn't going to do it for me; I deepen the kiss, possessing his mouth with my tongue. Soon it's a sloppy kiss, with tongues and lips, and hands all over. He has one hand tugging on my ponytail, and the other still on my breast. I bite his lip playfully, and he does the same to me. We're interrupted by the halting of the cab, and reluctantly we stop, and he tells me that we're at his place. He asks me again if I do want to come up, and I roll my eyes at him: I think that's an obvious answer. My erection is already growing in my pants, and I'm surprised at how quickly I forgot about being too timid to walk up to this girl. We climb the two flights of stairs, and as I'm opening the door, she is standing behind me, her body pressed to mine, with her hands wandering around the front of me, chest, stomach, and lower. I turn around, leaving the key in the door, to face her. I wrap her in my arms, feeling every curve of her body as I move my hands up and down, and our mouths are meeting again in a needy way. I know the key's already in the door, so as we're kissing, I reach behind him and push the door open so we can move inside. I guess it's a little late for talking, and I'm not even interested in looking around at my surroundings. But he stops, pulls away from me, and seems a little upset for a minute. I think his brain is finally catching up with his body; I think I notice the erection in his pants is diminishing. He says that we can't do this; that he doesn't know me, and he wants to know me before we just have sex. Is he really changing his mind now? I just got in his apartment. I remember my whining from earlier in the evening, and turn that charm back on. I make my pouty face, and stand really close to him, with my hands on his chest. I peck him on the lips, one, two, three, four, five times in a row, saying please between each kiss. I whisper that it'll be a night he won't forget. I reach down for his belt buckle, and start to undo it, and ask where his bed is. He seems to give in once again, and I am grateful. I lead her to my bedroom, stumbling back into it while she is taking off my belt. Once in my room, I spin her around and gently push her back on the bed, and climb on top of her. Now that I've decided, I really want this. I want her. Now. I kiss her lips, her neck, biting and sucking. Then I pull her up and we're both standing, and as I unzip her dress, she undoes my jeans and they drop to the floor. Our lips are still locked together, in hot, messy kisses, as she now is carefully unbuttoning my shirt as I pull the dress from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts are fantastic, I start kissing the top of them, eager to get them out of her bra to suck on her nipples. I've gotten his shirt off, and his pants, and I can feel his erection against me. I reach behind my back and undo my bra clasp, then shrug it off my shoulders to let it hit the floor. Then I grab for the waist band of his boxers but he's distracted me and kissing, sucking, biting my breasts - one, then the other. He has my left nipple in his mouth, his hot breath mixed with the cold of the room makes my nipple go hard, and his teeth playfully bite at it, pulling it hard. He moves to the other nipple and I try to concentrate just enough to pull down his boxers. She is so responsive; I am loving her breasts, and how easily she goes hard. I realize that she's gotten ahold of my boxers, and that my erection has now sprung free. I pull her body closer to me so that it presses into her thighs. She's softly moaning under my expert tongue on her nipples, but she's pulled away, and has dropped to her knees. Before I can start imagining what she is going to do, her hand is firmly around my penis, tightly around the base of it. She flicks my tip with her tongue, smiling up at me. I love having him in my hand - he is bigger than I expected. I take the tip of him in my mouth, and play with the tip of my tongue on his tip inside my mouth. I use my hand to move up and down his length, slowly, and tightly. He seems to be enjoying it, he grunts in response to this. I take more of him into my mouth, deepening the sensation. He tastes so good, and he's so hard. He really starts to grunt now, pushing deeper into my mouth. I was never very good at taking a whole penis in my mouth, so I back off a little, and then take him out of my mouth to lick all the way up and down his length. His precum is starting at the tip and I lick it off, then take him into my mouth again. Sliding up, and down, slowly and I use my teeth gently to deepen the sensation for him. She is amazing at taking me in her mouth, I feel like I could cum any minute. I tell her that I don't want to cum in her mouth, because I want to be inside her. She stops, and then I pull her onto the edge of the bed, so I can start with her. I start kissing her again, and my hands move to her breasts, tightly squeezing them. I play with her nipples between my fingers, rolling them back and forth, but they're already hard. My hands wander farther down, across her stomach, and down to her pubic hair. I rub my hand back and forth on the fuzzy spot, making her giggle. She tells me she's already plenty wet, and so I slide two fingers insider her. I agree - she is already so wet and she feels amazing. He holds his fingers inside me, and then starts to move in and out. His thumb lands on my clit and he starts to make circular motions that make me squirm under his touch. The combination of his hot fingers inside me and his expert thumb are pushing me so close to the edge. I moan against his mouth, and my response is to bite his lip and I continue to squirm as me moves faster inside me. She tells me that she wants me inside of her, and I don't think I can wait much longer either. I take my fingers out of her, and lick them off with a smile on my face, telling her she tastes so good. I sit on the edge of the bed, and pick her up to put her on my lap. Her breasts are right against my chest, and her nipples so hard against me make me want her even more. I am sitting astride him, rubbing my breasts against his chest. I grab his penis in my hand once again, and place him right under me, then slowly sink down on him. The moment he goes into me, he feels so hot, so big. I see his desire on his face, and his hands reach around and grab my ass, as I sink down onto him. I find his lips once again and really we're just breathing hot short breaths into each other's mouths because I am starting to move on top of him. She feels so tight on me; I am just trying to keep up with her, squeezing her ass cheeks as she moves up and down on me. It feels like I am so deep inside her, and we're moving so slowly, I go an inch deeper each move we make. I kiss her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples. She is moaning and starts to pick up the pace, bouncing up and down on me. I move up and down, moving him in and out faster and faster. Before I know it, he's laid me down on the bed, still inside me, so now I am under him, and he's in control. His eyes meet mine once again and he's all need, so carnal, so ready. My legs are spread wide, and I wrap my ankles around him for stability. I am so ready to just pound her, to hammer in and out, in and out. First I pull out, and then I slowly move deeper and deeper until I'm all the way in, and it feels so deep. Her eyes widen as she realizes my length is all inside her. I pull back out again, and painfully slowly sink into her again. I'm begging him to go faster, and to move. So he pulls out again, and slams into me. He pulls out again, and thrusts in so hard. He draws back out slowly, and then tells me he's ready to start really moving, and he means it. He pounds into me, and then over and over and over again, he's slamming against me, grunting each time he gets deep inside me. I've picked up the pace, I'm really starting to move, and I am so close to cumming. I feel her wetness as I move with ease in her, and know that she is ready too. Her moans have gotten quite loud, and she's dug her fingernails into my back, scratching my back as I move inside her. He's pounding into me so fast now I am about to cum. I am now shouting that to him, telling him I'm so ready. She tells me she's about to cum, and I am so close. I slow down ever so slightly. I cry out a loud carnal moan, and then still as I've been pushed over the brink. I thrust into her slowly one, two, three more times and find my release. He stills inside me, and I feel his hot semen pouring into me. I collapse on top of her, too weak to even pull out. He lays on top of me; we're both breathing so heavy, so spent. I gently pull out of her, and roll over so she's laying on top of me. I look at him, and smile as I kiss his mouth one more time. She lays her head on my chest, and our breathing has returned to normal. He kisses the top of my head gently, and inhales a long deep breath, smelling my hair. As she lies on top of me, our sweaty bodies skin to skin, I smile, realizing that just talking tonight would have been so uneventful compared to this. I think back to a few hours before, when I zipped up my dress, uncertain of what tonight would bring. I definitely didn't think I would end up having a night as good as this. Blue Dress and Mirror My hand in yours I lead you to the bedroom. I turn you around and press your back against the wall. It is the only wall in the room without artwork hanging on it. My hands find your hands and our fingers lace together, my lips find your lips and our tongues taste each other. I kiss all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your chin. I ask you to close your eyes so I can kiss your eyelids. I unlock a hand from yours and draw it up behind you to pull your long, dark hair away from your neck. I kiss and lick up and down your neck. I tilt your head forward and kiss on the back of your neck, and pull the small hairs into my mouth and pull on them gently, letting them slide easily from my pursed lips. You are wearing that beautiful blue dress I bought for you last year. The way it hugs your body drives me crazy with lust. With spaghetti straps and a low cut neck line the dress travels all the way down your body to mid-calf. The thong tanga you wear is nearly invisible beneath the fabric. I kiss across your collar bone to your shoulder where I slowly slide a strap off to hang loosely. I kiss across to the other strap and let it fall the same. I release your other hand and pull the dress down until your breasts are exposed, full and round, with a dark chocolate nipple. I lean forward and pull that little treat into my mouth and suck on it. I release it with a pop and move across to the other one, sucking on the tender morsel. My hands slide down your sides and my fingers work the bottom of your dress up your calves to your knees. I kiss you hard on the lips before I kneel on the floor before you. I run my hands up and down your claves, up to your knees, pushing the dress up further. Your legs part ever so slightly. I work my hands up and down, pushing the dress up your thighs, and your legs part a little more. I kiss at the exposed skin of your knees, kissing my way up your lovely thighs. I have the blue dress bunched up around your waist now, and I take a moment to admire your white tanga. I caress the fabric lightly with my fingertips. It is slightly damp. "Hold the dress," I ask, and when your hands replace mine I hook my fingers into the elastic waistband of your tanga and draw it down your smooth thighs and calves until it pools around your ankles. You step lightly out of them. I run my hands up and down your legs, enjoying the feel of your skin. "Turn around, honey." and you oblige. My hands kneed the cheeks of your ass in slow, sweet circles. Opening you up to my eyes, then closing you away again. Opening and closing, opening and closing. I kiss first one cheek, then the other before dipping my tongue between them. "Aye dios mio!" You cry out softly and I know I have you. My tongue flicks the taboo with short little licks. Then with the flat of my tongue I lick up and down slowly. Teasing the opening of your vulva, you tilt your hips back into my face. But I return to your taboo, and lick it. I am hungry for your body and I devour it. I snake a hand between your beautiful thighs and run the tips of my fingers through your pubic hair. I lick up and down your taboo, up and down, up and down. Feeling the texture of the skin with the tip of my tongue, and wetting it with my saliva. My fingers divide you and conquer. They roll sweet little circles around your clit, around and around. The side of your face is pressed against the wall as you push your hips back into my face. One hand holds up the dress, the other, fingers splayed, presses against the wall, maybe to hold you up, or maybe to help you push back into my mouth and my tongue. My tongue stabs at the center of you. My fingers roll over and over your pink button. Your breathing comes as rapid as your orgasm. It is almost there. "Look at yourself," I tell you, reluctantly pulling my mouth away from my meal, only to return back to it with a passion. Confusion knits your brow as my hand and its fingers massage that ache that is welling deep inside you. "In the mirror," I tell you, and gesture with my free hand. My head returns between the soft cheeks of your ass to lick and stab and suck at the little morsel of your anus. I tilt my head to the side so I can catch your beautiful brown eyes. My free hand presses against your lithe back, pushing your two handful breasts onto the cold wall. Your nipples get hard instantly and they push into the wall, making your bosom ache. You groan deep from that well inside you, from where I am drawing that orgasm out. "Tell me when you are cumming," I tell you, and begin licking you in earnest, sliding my tongue over your perineum to dip into your vulva and tasting the sweet emanating from that center. In moments your body begins convulsing, my fingers continue to strum that familiar tune over and over on your clit. "Honey, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Aye Dios mio!" Your hips rock back and forth over my mouth as I drink from you. My tongue dipping into your pussy to draw more into my mouth. My tongue bathes your pussy, your labia, your vulva, all of you. Drinking from you I swallow your cum. My face is wet from your juices. Your free hand covers mine, stopping the music I have been playing on your clit. Your hips continue to rub up and down my face, my mouth, my tongue, and I continue to taste of you, drink of you, and swallow you. My tongue, broad and flat, licks you from vulva to anus over and over again. Taking those juices and spreading them to that delicious little morsel, stabbing them and pushing them inside of your ass. "No mas, no mas." you repeat, telling me to stop, no more. "Keep your dress up." I tell you as I stand up behind you, trailing my fingertips up your calves and thighs to pull on the soft flesh of your ass. "Turn around and kiss me." Still holding your dress up with one hand you spin around and drape the other hand around my neck. My hands slide down your sides to the curve of your hips. I lean my head down and you tilt your head up and our mouths, lips, and tongues find each other. My hands slide over your hips and behind you to trail across the soft skin of your ass. "Take me out." I tell you softly. Using both hands, you unbutton and unzip my pants and push them down to my thighs. My erection strains at the fabric of my briefs and you take it out slowly, curling your little fingers around it, feeling it pulse with its own warmth. Stroking it softly, it quickly hardens with your sweet manipulation. Your other hand works its way to my scrotum and gently rolls the testes with your fingers, occasionally tugging them, and pulling on them, until I cry out in pleasure and pain. My hands on your shoulders I whisper, "Wet me," and gently push you down. You squat down in front of me, leaning your back against the wall for support. You grip my cock by the root and look at the glans bobbing in front of your soft, pink lips. Then you look up at me and smile and I smile back at you. Your lips part and you taste the head, sucking it in and pulling it out of your mouth like a lollipop. You flick your tongue along the sensitive underside making me tremble. Soon you begin to throat me a little bit at a time, until you are devouring as much of me as you can. You look up into my eyes as you throat me, holding deftly to the root. You take a finger from your free hand and drag a manicured nail across the wrinkled skin of my scrotum. You cup my balls and squeeze them, pulling them, rolling them around in your small hand. You release my testes and trace that same manicured fingernail over my perineum to press against my anus. You tease that taboo entrance with the pad of your finger until I relax enough to let you in. As you push the finger inside me, you swallow as much of my cock as you can. You vigorously suck and pull my cock in and out of your delicate mouth, as you push and pull your finger in and out of my anus. I can feel you drawing the orgasm out of me. "Sweetheart, let me inside of you," I whisper. You hear me, but choose to ignore it. You know you have me at your mercy. That you are in control now. As much as I was in control moments ago, drinking the orgasm from your pussy that I drew out of your little body. "Please, sweetheart. Let me inside you." I plead. You take my cock from your mouth but not your finger from my ass. I have won half the battle. "Please, amorcito, let me inside of your beautiful little body." You pull the finger from my ass and I gently lift you to stand next to me, your dress falls back down to cover your nakedness. I contemplate removing the garment entirely, but it is much too erotic when you keep it on. I bunch the dress up around your waist once again and grab one of your naked legs pulling it up to my hips. I grab your other leg and you get the idea. I pick you up off the floor and lean you against the wall as you wrap those lovely legs around my waist. I hold you with one hand as I guide my cock to your wet labia with the other. I find your opening and let you sink down upon me. My hands dig into the flesh of your ass and I lift you up and down. Your mouth dives toward mine and our tongues and lips and teeth, taste, kiss and devour each other. I lift you up and down, and you make little noises every time I push so deep inside of you. I lift you up and down as fast and as hard as I can, trying to bring about your climax. You pull your mouth away from mine and bite my shoulder as the first of the afternoons penetration orgasms rolls through you. I continue to lift you up and down, up and down, until my muscles tire. Gently I lift you up and off of my cock. I slide out of you wet, and throbbing with heat. I take your hand in mine and lead you to the bed. The dress has fallen down again and has covered up your wonderfully naked body. I decide its use has come to an end. I lift it slowly up over your head. You raise your arms to untangle them from the spaghetti straps and as you are in this most vulnerable position I admire your breasts and their firmness. You see my smiling, admiring face and a smirk crosses yours. "Lay on your panza, dear." I tell you, and you crawl onto the bed on all fours, deliberately giving me a perfect view of my weakness, my desire, and my lust. You slide to your belly and your legs scissor apart. My clothes are shed quickly to lie discarded on the floor. I climb on the bed between your legs, and I run my hands over the soft, honey-colored skin. I dip my head down to give your calves and thighs kisses and licks and playful bites. My hands glide to your posterior and I kneed the soft flesh, squeezing them, pulling them apart to spring back together, so firm, so delicate. My head bows low again to taste and tease your anus. My tongue draws circles and unconscious patterns around the taboo rim. My tongue dives lower and tastes the sweet juices that have left the sparse hair matted. I can hear you purr. I climb higher above you and guide myself inside of you once more. I start out slowly, nudging inside of you a little bit at a time, until I get coated enough with your juices to push deeper, then deeper. Every thrust sounds a moan from your lips. Your head tilts back in pleasure. I sink inside of you until my entire weight rests upon your back. My hands find yours and I lace our fingers together as my hips begin pushing in and out of you. I kiss your back, your shoulders, your spine, and your neck. You make little noises every time I push so deep inside of you, and I have no choice but to smile. I release your hands and place mine on your back and push down upon your torso, fucking you with more determined thrusts. The little noises have become a little louder now, and a little higher in pitch. I bring my knees up, straddling you. I pull apart the cheeks of your ass so I can watch myself disappearing inside of you, and to gaze at that taboo morsel. I wet my thumb and slide the digit over that sensitive area, and you make another noise that tells me I am doing everything right. "Do you want to do me back there?" You ask me, almost pleadingly. "Maybe some other time, sweetheart." I say, and I think you are slightly disappointed. "Shall we change positions again?" I ask. "Hm-hmm," is my answer. I pull out, pulling your pussy out with me, your labia. I love that. It is so hot. I sit back on the bed crosslegs, and you climb on my lap, your legs wrapping around me. I guide myself to your wet, pink lips, and you slide down on me so beautifully slow. You wrap your arms around my shoulders and I slide my hands to your butt. I begin to lift you up and down, and slowly rock back and forth. Your clit is grinding against my pubic bone, and you undulate your hips to intensify this motion. Our mouths find each other like moths to a flame. I suck your lower lip into my mouth and pull on it gently, ever so gently. Then you suck my lower lip into your mouth. Letting it go, you kiss me on the lips over and over and over again as we rock back and forth, moving in and out of your beautiful little body. When your kisses are done I lower my mouth, lips, and teeth to your slender neck. As I move inside you I kiss up and down your neck, and you drag your nails across my back. As I move in you I lick up and down your neck, and you drag your nails across my back. And as I move in you, I bite every so gently on your neck, dragging my teeth across your delicious skin, as you scratch your nails up and down my back. Then you are holding me close, pressing me tight to your soft, hot body. Your orgasm comes pulsing through you and you shudder in my arms. You grind your pelvis into mine, pulling out of yourself every ounce of pleasure. Your nails have left marks in my back, but I don't mind at all. It was my pleasure to give you pleasure. "You didn't cum?" you ask breathlessly, looking lovingly into my eyes. "Not yet." I say. You rise up off of me, and I slip from your wet insides. You crouch down on the bed in front of me and take me in hand, still wet with your juices, and guide me into your little, pink mouth. You suck me slow and deep, slowly increasing the tempo until you are moving your mouth up and down very fast, trying almost desperately to pull that orgasm out of me. And it works. "I'm going to cum, sweetheart!" I call out. You remove your mouth and begin fisting my cock, then twisting your wrist back and forth beneath the sensitive head. I tilt my pelvis towards you of my own impending release. You lower your mouth, still twisting your wrist back and forth beneath that sensitive head. And I cum. You drink rope after sweet rope of my cum. And when the pulsing of my orgasm ceases you still suck and lick the drops that are almost left behind. "There," you say with a broad smile, "now you have cum." "Yes, I have." and I pull you into my arms and we fall down on the bed together. End.