0 comments/ 27924 views/ 1 favorites The Push By: slippingpoet I typed it in an IM window. 'Come fuck me' it said. Her reply was simple. 'Yes, Master.' How many times had I typed that to her in role-playing chat when I was on the opposite coast of the country? I've even typed that when I was close enough for us to make it happen. I would be there with my laptop in the king-sized bed at my hotel in D.C., messaging her at her home in New York. Close, but far. 'Come fuck me,' I typed. 'Yes, Master,' she replied. Odd how the same words looked different this time -- that was last night. 'Come fuck me.' 'Yes, Master.' 'Holiday Inn. L' Enfant Plaza. Room 655.' 'I can't get away tonight. Tomorrow? Please?' Come Here My cock has been hard since last night. And now she's just walked into my hotel room. The door closed behind her, she drops her over night bag and her purse. The card key that was left for her at the front desk slips through her fingers to the carpet. "Come here," I say to her. She is a petite thing; a hungry thing. My cock is hard and I am making no effort to conceal it. She won't speak. Not until she's tasted that cock. My khaki pants are tented and I am starting to unbutton my shirt. I can tell she is self-conscious. I don't think she lacks confidence, however. Not with the way her jeans are loose about her waist, a hint of pink silk peeking at one hip. Is she already wet? I think so. God, I love the way her ass looks propped on her heels when she kneels before me, legs spread. And her hands, the way she rubs my thighs, clutches at the fabric of my pants. It tightens them about my stiff dick, exaggerating that bulge. And when her lips press to it in a chaste kiss, I don't try to stifle the groan. I comb my hands through her hair and rock forward, rubbing it against her. "Open my belt," I say to her. "Drop my trousers." It is a fucking turn on to command her and to have her obey. There was no thought that she would disobey me -- in anything. She is here, isn't she? She is on her knees, readying herself to suck my cock. And yes. She is already wet. I realize that I can smell her. Her pussy smells sweet. I can't imagine how hot it is in her jeans. How soaked she must be. When she tugs down my pants, she is practically smacked in the face with it. Hard and hot, my cock needs to be sucked. She's hot-eyed. Feeling that flesh against her cheek, already slick with pre-cum, seems to charge her up. She inhales it, the lewd, little bitch. No hands. Her hands are too busy popping the buttons on her blouse, pulling her arms from it. I can feel the breath from her nose against my abdomen, her forehead pressed against me, and her bottom lip dampening my balls. She is moaning, working me into her throat. I don't know that I have ever been this hard. This aroused. I glance at her blouse, just tossed aside on the floor and then tighten a grip in her hair as I start to fuck her face. I can feel her tits, hardly concealed by her bra, mashing against my thighs as she melts into me in a higher kneel. Her hands at the waist of her jeans, she finally shoves them off her hips. She knows how much I like that. Just the sight of her ass from that 'over-her-shoulder' view earns her tongue another taste of pre-cum, spilling right into her tight throat. Filthy "Filthy," I say to her as my grip in her hair loosens and my very stiff, very aroused cock slips out until the tip lies on her tongue. She doesn't hesitate to swirl it about the tip; to kiss and suck noisily at it. She is shoving her panties down to the middle of her thighs in that tall kneel. I love the look of her bare ass. I can't help staring at it over her shoulder. As she nuzzles close, cupping my balls with her tongue, does she know how nasty I want to get with her? How she inspires me to explore and just let go. She has to know. After all those late nights that turned into early mornings speaking of unspeakably lewd things in Instant Messages, how could she not be thinking of the same fuck fantasies that I am? As she wraps her fingers around my shaft and strokes slowly, tilting her head up to kiss me when I lean toward her, I can feel her aggressiveness and taste myself in her mouth. She is painting her throat with my dick, her fingers squeezing me to coax more lust from it. When the kiss breaks wetly and another man is standing there, she starts. Apparently the door was slightly ajar and room service just let himself in. The tray is there on the credenza with its pretentious silver dome. It surprises her. She settles soon enough and looks at him up and down, taking a long lick against the underside of my shaft before glancing to me with a query in her eyes. She's curious. I can see she won't go further without the go ahead and I give it to her. It is far too compelling to resist. "Suck his cock, baby," I say simply, "I want to watch." Now he starts, but her palm is already rubbing the front of his pants, working the zipper down. He was here to deliver the sandwiches and now he is stiffening in her hand as she works the tip to her lips to kiss it. It took no more than the arousal in my voice to urge her forward. Why this fantasy? Is it the fucking internet porn that makes me want to see her fingers wrap around a second cock even as she is stroking mine? Only now it is not some smut .jpg in an email that we are sharing online. He is still nervous, but his inhibition is fading fast. I love the way her eyes meet mine as her hand slides up the front of his body to unbutton his shirt. She's got a tight suckle on the tip of his fully erect cock and her other hand is not idle. It is still stroking me slowly. Now that his shirt is open, she slides the tips of her fingers into the waist of his pants, but leaves them on now. She likes the way a stiff dick looks poking through an open zipper. She's told me that a dozen times when we chatted online. There it is; smooth and hard, gripped in her fingers just like we imagined it. The Next Level It's what she does next that takes things to another level. From one to the other, her mouth is pleasuring two cocks. There is something very lewd about that. The pre-cum from both is mingled in her mouth, on her tongue, each making the other slicker. The first time I saw that in an adult movie, I was put off by it, but the way we've described it to one another made me want to do it with her. Her lips are so slick. Saliva and pre-cum are on her mouth, on the tip of my cock, on the tip of his; joined by that filthy fluid and the proximity. I am wondering what how bold she is. Will she rub his cock against mine in her efforts to get both of us off? Of course she will. And I am not surprised it feels good. Flesh to flesh, her lips and tongue never far from either cock. When she takes both tips into her mouth and presses them together in a cheek caving kiss it makes my knees buckle. I nearly empty my balls into her mouth, all over him. And the thought of that makes it difficult not to cum right now, but I want more. I want to push this further with her. The nastier it gets, the nastier I want it to get. "Stand up, slut," I command her. And she does; a cock in each hand, rubbing them on either of her thighs. Her jeans fall and she steps from them. It is indescribably hot to me to look down the front of her body and see the way her bra is drawn down over her tits, the nipples erect, the way her panties are stretched between the middle of her thighs. And I will be damned if I don't want to kiss her when she turns her chin up, breathing hot. If it was lewd to kiss her after she sucked my cock, kissing her after she's had mine and his in her mouth is -- I don't have a word for it. It is wet and slippery, her tongue sliding into my mouth. She loves this intimacy, this fearlessness and turns toward me. The kiss continues, becoming fierce and hungry as she slips one hand around my waist. Her other hand reaches behind her to first tug his belt open, dropping his pants, then to hold him close behind her. Three bodies are rubbing and rutting. My cock is trapped between the two of us, rubbing her belly. His is wedged between her ass cheeks, straight up against her spine. And when our kiss breaks, I hear her speak for the first time. "Fuck me, please," she begs. No Inhibition I can barely get my shoulders to the bed before she is getting her thighs around my hips, grinding that unbelievably hot, completely bare, soaked cunt against my ridiculously hard cock. I want in. She is laid atop me, her tits rubbing my chest and her curvy, spinner ass is writhing from side to side until I suddenly find the pocket of her pussy and just glide right into it like it belongs there. Her cunt clutches so tightly, an involuntary, instinctual reaction to the plundering of my thick flesh. I had just about forgotten about our room service person when I felt her hips push down heavily against me. His hands are on her ass cheeks, squeezing her before he buries his face between them. She jerks forward in shock and I nearly cum right there. I think it is the vise grip of her pussy that prevents it. Suddenly, she bucks back as his tongue licks along her lips. How do I know? He is licking right along my cock as he does it. He isn't even tentative about it. Her fists are in tight little balls as she tries not to thrash, but she can't stop. Her flesh is hot and she is starting to cum. I can't explain how erotic it is to see her reaching for his hair, grabbing a handful of it as she juts her ass right at him. As much as I cannot deny that it felt good to be licked while I fucked her, she doesn't seem concerned to deny the pleasure of his tongue darting into her asshole. Filthy good, that is how she would describe it. That is how she imagined it might feel when we spoke of it once. No imagining it now. By the way his chin is rubbing against the underside of my dick, I can tell his whole tongue must be buggering her. I think I can feel it through that thin sheath of flesh. I can't imagine he doesn't feel it when my thighs tighten, when my cock jumps in her cunt and just starts spurting. She is wiggling atop me, rutting like a fucking animal, losing the grip of his hair. Fuckhazed? Yeah, and I am feeling it too. He holds her ass still when he slides his tongue free. Still close, he presses a firm kiss there and it is too close to my cock not to feel it nearly as fully as she does. That makes her kiss and nip at my shoulder, whimpering with the want to pull away but the need to stay right there. It is when he slides up, his hands planting on either side of her hips, that I realize he wants to fuck her ass. He wants to be in there while I am in her cunt, but I shake my head 'no' when he looks at me. She leans up to kiss me. It is a light kiss; gratitude that I didn't let him have her ass. She would not say no, but we are not ready for that. I think she nearly passed out from the forbidden pleasure of having his tongue deep in her tight hole while her cunt was stuffed with my erection. Cocksucker We both know what we want to see, to experience. And when he maneuvers to the head of the bed with his hard cock waving before him, she reaches for it and begins to stroke. When she turns to buss a kiss to the shiny tip, I realize just how close he is. And when I feel the fire in her cunt stoked, I realize just how much she likes that. With every lingering kiss against his erection, she turns to brush my mouth with her lips. Slick with saliva and pre-cum, it is a filthy kiss; a filthy good kiss. I realize just how intense this has gotten when the inadvertent touches do not alarm me. This is no time for inhibition. The lewdness of it already has my spent cock stiff again, filling her cum-flooded cunt with my erection. The way she moans. It vibrates my dick, tightens my balls. I realize that I am sucking at her cheek where his cock has dented it from the inside. And then I am kissing the corner of her mouth, feeling his stiff flesh fuck her between her swollen lips. I slide the edge of my palm between the cheeks of her ass and rub against her where his tongue raped her. It makes her buck and when her mouth opens to gasp, I cannot avoid the brush of his cock against my lips. Her pussy clutches at that sight. Such a filthy, little whore. My filthy little whore. Her back and forth between kissing his cock and kissing my mouth is no longer as well defined as it was. The kiss is too hot, too hungry for that. His cock slides in and I don't relent. I just let it slide across her tongue, my tongue, and then slide back out. I don't know that I like what just happened, but I do know that I am fucking hard and she is shuddering again, grinding her clit down against my lower belly. Fuck. Fuck! He is cumming. The first spurt splashes against her throat before she can angle him back into her mouth. She is such a beautiful cocksucker. As he jerks, his hips thrown against her face, I am right there. I can feel his dick where my mouth presses the corner of her mouth. His balls are tight against her chin as they empty his very full load onto her tongue. The Beginning He is dressing at the side of the bed. She watches him, her cheek against my chest, like it was the most natural thing in the world. As she rides me in a slow grind, I see her hand reach out for the waist of his pants, which he had just managed to get buttoned and belted. She looks at me in a curious way and I nod. She wants more, and so do I. By the waist of his pants, she jerks him closer and licks the obvious boner he tucked away before she glances up at him and says, "Tomorrow. Same time." The Push Ch. 02 "Tempt me," I told her. "Play the whore." "Yes Master," she said. Why do I want this? On one level, I know precisely why I want this. I am possessive by nature, controlling. I sometimes think I would rather just chain her by the throat and make her wait for the cock. My cock. Only my cock. That is how possessive I am, but I cannot deny what it does to me to imagine her emulating the scenes from the pornography I've culled from the internet, shared with her. "You always find the most beautiful pictures," she tells me. Or, "Hmm, the cock in this picture is beautiful," she coos. I won't even delve into it how turned on she gets when she sees a beautiful model displaying her cum spattered tits, the cock that did it spent and glistening with fuck juice at the side of the frame. It turns her on a great deal. And when there are two cocks in the frame, some lovely tart getting it from two sides, she is turned on doubly. It makes me want to do that, experience it. Push her. Push myself. I could not believe how far we went last evening with the fellow who delivered the room service meal. She was fucking beautiful, sucking his cock, kissing me with that filthy mouth. I could feel his shaft passing into her mouth, close as I was to her sucking lips. I kissed at the corner of her mouth as he fucked her face. What the hell was I thinking? Every time I hesitated in the least, I could feel her pussy instinctively clutching at my very stiff shaft, pulling at me. Her sweet ass was screwed down onto my thighs, her hips squirmed. I did not even balk when I felt his bare flesh brush my face. It was far too arousing. Far too in the moment. I just didn't care. And as I type that, I know it isn't true. I did care. I wanted to push it that far and farther. When it gets like this, it seems like flesh is just flesh. Tits. Ass. Cock. Pussy. One moment I can taste it in her kiss, smell it on her breath. The next I can feel it brushing my face. I want to push her again. I want to be pushed again. And when the knock at the door sounds, I won't lie. My cock is instantly as stiff as it can get. I want to watch her. I want to feel fuck-hazed. Watching her walk to the door in her bra and panties, I am well on my way. I am happy to report she took my words to heart. I heard her let him in. Ten minutes later, she had not returned. She was too busy tempting me. Playing the whore. She is on her knees, her thighs spread, ass jutted out. Hearing me, she looks over her shoulder. She has his pants tugged down to the middle of his thighs. His stiff prick is poking between his starched shirt tails. Mother fuck she is hot. Tugging open my jeans, I let my hard cock breathe. As I place my hand beneath her chin and lift her gaze toward mine, I can see how tightly she clutches his shaft a moment before my lips meet hers. What the hell am I doing? Her mouth tastes like the cock she has been sucking, like the cock she is clutching. Wet, slick and lewd. It does nothing to deter my arousal. It does nothing to lessen the level of stiffness, particularly when I feel her idle hand wrapping its fingers around it. A cock in each hand. A two-fisted slut. It is hard to imagine being more turned on than this, but I know it is just the beginning. I state the obvious as our kiss separates, our mouths still connected by that clear fluid that is more than saliva. "Your mouth tastes like cock," I charge. "Lewd, little cocksucker." "Your lewd, little cocksucker," she breathes. She proceeds to show me just how lewd as she wraps her lips around the head of his dick, turning her pretty eyes up to me as she strokes me slowly. When she turns to kiss the head of my dick, she keeps his close. Looking down at her, the way her ass looks in those soaked pink panties, resting on her heels, the way her nipples are stiff life pink diamonds, peeking over the cups of the demi-bra, it is an IM fantasy come true. I find myself wanting her to push that boundary and press the head of my cock to his. I am compelled to cross that line with her. And now that it is happening, I cannot deny it is a turn on. She is stroking both, brushing the tips against one another in a lewd swap of her saliva and the pre cum of both tools. "Fuck me," she begs. "Please." There is no distinction in who will fuck her. Or where. She knows it is pointless to assume. If I want to fuck her, I will fuck her. If I want to watch her mount him, I will watch her mount him. It so happens that I want her pussy for myself. I want to shove it into her, deep. I sit down in the comfortable club chair, sunk low as she straddles me. She retains the grip on his cock, pulling him toward what will be our face-to-face fuck. Her idle hand pulls her panties aside and then...heaven. Something so sublime about a primed pussy. Not just wet, but soaked, slick with debauched arousal. It is almost as if her cunt knows that she is doing more than just engaging in a standard fuck. Her cunt knows this is uninhibited, raw, erotic and more than a little nasty. I am eye-level with her tits, sucking the nipple on the opposite side of him to it's ultimate firmness. I am biting it gently, tugging it to make sure it could be no further aroused. She is moaning, squirming as she screws her hot cunt down, pressing her ass tightly to my thighs. And when I look to that other nipple, I see that is does not remain untended for long. She is rubbing the head of his cock against it, teasing herself to equal stiffness in both nipples. I can't believe how tempting the notion of licking that cock-teased nipple is, but I did start this evening by telling her to do just that, tempt me. My tongue licks the underside of that breast, dampens the skin up to the tight areola and along the stiff peak. I think I may have made contact with him, inadvertent as it would have been, but I do not know. What's more, I am not worried about it. I can see her depressing the curve of her tit with his cock as I suck at her neck. And if her moan is not enough for me to know how turned on she is, I can attest to the clutch of her cunt as solid, soaking, heated evidence. I slip my hand into her panties, ride the palm between her ass cheeks as my mouth travels up from her neck to her ear, licking, sucking the lobe before I speak. "Make me cum," I demand. "Make him cum, too." She takes my demands seriously, sliding his erection into her mouth, caving her cheeks around it tightly. His knees buckle immediately. As he jerks once, twice, I see her placing fingers just behind his balls, ticking him. She lets his cock fall from her mouth mid-orgasm, becoming the very picture of pornographic filth. The deposit spills over her bottom lip and down between her breasts. As his prick is ejected by the tip of her tongue, the jism continues to fly on its own, tagging my shoulder. There is just something so real, so carnal about that. I couldn't stop my own orgasm if I tried, and I don't try in the least. I just go with it, pumping hot cum up into her belly as the edge of my palm remains trapped in her panties, wedged between her ass cheeks. I don't remember him leaving. I don't even remember getting into the bed. All I know is she is sleeping peacefully, her cheek against the inside of my hip. Every exhale of her breath tickles my spent cock. Already, I am stirring again. The Puss Hater ©2004 Inna (SpiceMedia) All rights reserved. I once did a very bad thing in the name of Love. Love has always been a bitch to me and I thought I could fool it. * * * I always took the romantic stuff very seriously, getting to know the guys before allowing a first kiss, becoming friends before being lovers. I built up rose-colored and scented scenes in my head of how Mr. Right and I would be so happy just sharing a dinner in a fancy restaurant and playing footsie under the long starched tablecloth. But every time a prospective Mr. Right appeared in sight, things went terribly wrong. So I kind of gave up my hazy dreaming and went for a fun-of-the-moment thing. I met Lenny at a Valentine's bash in a club. I was twenty-eight at the time and single, as I have been for most of my life. My friend Jenni brought her boyfriend, and he in turn brought a couple of friends. I knew everyone else; we were all at the same drama school. I was drinking as if it were my last chance and flying across the dance floor imagining I had wings. I didn't pay any particular attention to the new guys since I'd given up on meeting a potential husband or even getting laid. We hadn't been properly introduced as I got to the club late, fought my way in through the pushing crowd by the door, got a drink and tried to spot a familiar face on the dance floor. Jenni was already twirling around with half-a-dozen guys, and so I joined them. We danced like crazy, blood pumping at our temples and ecstasy filling our hearts. After an hour or two of hot dancing I had to pee – the fact, which I announced shamelessly in the hope that someone would direct me to the bathroom. Suddenly, I heard a whoosh and everything went blurry below me, as my very gentle dance partner scooped me up in his arms and carried me, still swaying to the music, to the john. By the entrance he put me down and beaming from ear to ear said: "I am Leonard. Lenny to my friends." "Suzie. Thanks for the ride," I grinned. "Got to go…" When I returned to the floor, Leonard had got a table, drinks and ice cream sundaes. We savoured the treats and the buzz, chatting away till two o'clock in the morning. He pulled up my socks for me and retied my boots before we left the club. He hugged me tight as we walked to the subway station. In the dim lights of the train he held me, staring deep into my eyes as if trying to hook up my soul. He got me safe to my door, gently kissed me good night and left his phone number in the palm of my hand. I think I was too drunk to appreciate all his sweetness. However, the next day I called the number. We went for a coffee and walked along the river. He was exciting in his simplicity; he told me stories of his childhood, of the plays he'd written, and I felt as if I had known him all my life. His mother, he said, was obsessed with animals. She had a collection of two dozens pets: eight dogs of different breeds, four cats, five finches, a parrot, a guinea pig, a couple of rabbits, a ferret and a porcupine – all in her one-bedroom apartment. I always liked animals, but in reasonable numbers. When I was little, I used to bring stray cats home, saving them from freezing to death in the winter, but we had never kept more than two cats at a time. Lenny had a cat too. Only one, so that was a relief. I met it the first time we came to his place to have sex. We had been dating for several weeks then and his affectionate talk and arousing kisses made me want to know him better. The temperature dropped drastically, making it the coldest day of the winter. It had snowed the night before, and the trees looked like huge white monsters out of some marvelous magical fairytale. Our walk didn't last long – we had to sneak into a coffee shop and fuel up with liquored hot chocolate to defrost our toes and fingers. I told Lenny that I had a craving to curl up with a hot water bottle. He said he had something much better to offer at his place. Red-cheeked from the frost and anticipation, we stumbled through the knee-deep snow towards his small cosy residence. As soon as we opened the door, an all-black, sleek, very serious-looking creature with enormous yellow eyes came out to greet us: "Meow." "Meet Lenny Junior!" Lenny laughed. "Lenny Jr., this is she, my cat-woman I told you so much about." I said hello and stretched my hand out for him to sniff. He pushed his little brown nose into my palm and affectionately rubbed it all over my hand, his tail standing tall and still. He was kind of handsome and so far he liked me. "Now it is my turn, Junior," Lenny wrapped his arms around me and rubbed his cheek into mine. His chocolate breath was hot. We stood there licking each other's lips, sucking tongues, nibbling ears and stroking every inch of the exposed skin. His breath mixed with the puffy fur collar of my coat tickled like crazy, sending electric waves from my neck to my butt. I giggled. He pulled my coat off dropping it on the cat. "Meeeoooow!" "We better hide," I whispered. Lenny led me into his dark bedroom leaving the door open a crack. He lit a few candles: the room filled with a warm wonderful glow and the seductive aroma of spices. He complemented the sensation by caressing my neck, moving my long hair out of my face and barely brushing my eye lids with his sensual lips. He took a long while kissing my face all over, making me hot and wet; I yearned to feel his hands squeezing my breasts. He was in no hurry, and I impatiently tugged on his shirt, pulling it up and sliding my hands to his nipples as a hint. His chest was smooth and muscular – I wanted to press it to mine, to melt into him, to devour him with my pussy. I dug my fingers into his hair, long, soft and wavy. I reveled in his fingers and lips upon my skin. He slowly slid my dress off my shoulders – I wore a stretchy low-cut dress – and pulled it down to my waist. His fingers caressed my breasts, brushing my tickly hard nipples. He sucked on each one, smacking his lips in delight. He breathed on my belly and stuck his tongue into my navel, while sliding my dress down my dancing hips. I had worn stay-up stockings and no underwear. His warm heavenly palms caressed my buttocks, cupping them, squeezing. I moaned as my pubic area became madly ticklish. He fingered my clit, pinching it gently, and then slid three fingers deep inside moving them around, causing me to whimper and shiver. He kissed my mouth and pushed his fingers in harder. I cried out and bit into his shoulder, pulling him close, wanting to be crushed by his weight. He slowly pulled his fingers out and hugged me. I felt a light tickle on my cheek; I thought it was Lenny's hair and pushed my face into it as a cold, wet, leathery curious snout snuggled into me. "Oh goodness! What's he doing here?" Lenny laughed: "He is my buddy, he wants to know why I like you so much… Here Junior…" He shoved his fingers that had just explored my insides to the cat's nose. "What are you doing, Len?" "It's all right, Suzie. He likes you." Sure as hell he did. He rubbed and nuzzled Lenny's fingers and then he started to lick them, slurping as if they were dipped into some catnip. "You're crazy, both of you!" "Suzie, it's just a joke. He misses me, I am never home, and he's such a cuddly thing, he needs attention. Come here, babe." He pulled me closer again and kissed my lips. I melted. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me. The cat jumped off and disappeared under the bed – not that I liked his presence in the room, but I wanted to please Lenny. * * * After that, we fucked quite regularly, sometimes at his place, more often sleeping over at mine. We were great together. His every touch was a turn-on, every position he chose I loved. Even when I was tired or moody, all he needed to do was give me a lick and I became slippery, itchy and throbbing for him. The only thing I couldn't stand was… yes, Lenny Junior. Why, he even had his name! He was all over us whenever we came: home or in orgasm. He meowed and purred, he walked on top of us and stuffed his muzzle into our faces; but Lenny adored him. He cuddled and squeezed him, patted, carried him around in his arm while preparing our food. The little black devil possessed the very heart I was trying to win. But each of the few times that we slept over at his apartment, the cat came and sat on Lenny's chest, while we were still in bed, and Lenny smiled wholeheartedly, and rubbed behind his ears. "Good morning, Lenny-buddy," he would say in the voice full of tenderness I hadn't heard before. I honestly wished he talked like that to me. If I could only make him love me as much. When I spoke to Jenni, she complained of her obsession with her boyfriend. She said he flirted too much with his customers. He ran a coffee shop and had to be polite and friendly, I told her. But she sat and watched him for hours, her frustrations boiling up until she could no longer bear it, and then she screamed and made a fool of herself in the middle of his shop. Well, I told her, at least she was reasonably jealous of the female coffee-lovers – I, however, was jealous of a PET. A little furry thing, that most wouldn't even give a second thought to, drove me absolutely insane. I hated Lenny Junior's guts. I loathed his smart, observing yellow eyes. I despised his murmuring voice. I was repulsed by his black hair that I occasionally found on my white sweaters. But I tried to tolerate him for Lenny's sake. * * * In the spring, Lenny came to my house, beaming as bright as the sun outside, with a rose-bouquet he could barely hold in both arms. I felt ecstatic as well. He looked so fresh, happy and sexy in his cream-colored suit. He said he wanted us to move in together. I embraced him and kissed his face, grateful that he wanted to be with me. But the cat issue bothered me and I didn't know how to tell him. I said I wasn't sure we were ready but I was willing to try and stay at his place for a week. The first couple of days went relatively well; I had to lock Junior in a closet only once. It was a weekday and Lenny had to be at work early. My class didn't start till eleven that day and I slept in. After I got out of the shower, the freaking cat sat on a dresser and watched me dress. I tried to brush my discomfort off and laughed, telling him I might just strip for his pleasure. He tilted his head as if in contemplation and then he nodded. Wickedly, I jumped at him, grabbed the scruff of his neck in one hand, his hind legs in the other and threw him into my closet, quickly shutting the doors. I let him out before I left for school. No one had to know about my little rage. That evening we went out for pizza. Lenny was sweet as usual and smirked calling me his "real girlfriend." We came home feeling happy and excited like newlyweds. We hopped and danced around the living room wiggling our hips and swinging our arms like little wild children; we tickled and hugged making our way to the bedroom. Lenny gently thrust me on the bed, grabbed my sleeves and pulled them up, quickly slipping the sweater over my head. I wore no bra and my little tits jumped as my arm swayed around him. He suckled on my hard nipple while pinching the other one with his fingers. I threw my head backwards and caressed his muscled back and his gorgeous buttocks. I slid down, unzipped and pulled his pants to his knees. Surprise – he wore nothing underneath and his massive cock was wiggling right in my face. "You are adopting my undergarment-less habits," I whispered and slowly licked his musky hot cock. I sucked it into my mouth and squeezed my cheeks, stroking it hard with my tongue. Never a great cock-sucker, I stopped before I was ready to gag and pulled myself up, kissing his half-open mouth. He turned me around and pushed me down on my fours, my ass sticking up high, pussy swollen in readiness to take him. He fucked me hard, forcing his thick dick deeper with every push; it seemed he was determined to pierce me through all the way to my throat. He pumped in and out, squeezing my ass with one hand, slimy juices flowing down my thighs, my pussy squirming and queefing like a hungry bitch. Moaning, I turned my head around to look at Lenny's face and noticed… in the doorway sat a black silhouette, quiet and serious, its studying eyes sparkling gold. I swear I saw him grin. "Your cat, Lenny!" I hissed as he pulled out and squirted his hot cum over my back. I fell asleep feeling I had to get rid of him to have my boyfriend all to myself. * * * The next morning I let the cat outside, hoping he would get lost. But he came back in an hour and scratched at the door. Then I took him for a ride in a taxi to the other end of the city, and let him out by some small veterinary clinic. I told Lenny he sneaked out while I was checking the mail. He, being very distraught, placed an ad in a newspaper, announcing quite a handsome reward for the finder. They say pets can smell their home from hundreds of kilometers away. How was I supposed to know that this black little beast had extraordinary abilities? He showed up on our doorstep in five days. * * * As if in a snowball fight, I fought the furry balls that someone pitched at me. They came at me in all directions at incredible speed, bruising my arms and legs, raising blue swollen bumps on my head. I felt horribly sweaty and hot as I threw off my blanket. Suddenly something gently tickled my bum. "Oh Lenny, just a little more sleep… please…" I turned around to smack him. "Jesus! Fuckhead! Get lost!" I yelled at the sniffing cat. He ran away as fast as a cannon ball. And Lenny ran in from the bathroom, confused and worried about my nightmares. "Lenny, I can't do this!" I wailed. He held me tight, stroked my back, told me he loved me and that I had to get more sleep. He said he was going to shut the bedroom door before he left for work. * * * There was a bridge over our river. Tall pines on each end made it a quiet, secluded place. A few meters down, the river turned to a waterfall – high, rocky and loud – where I would come to watch and listen to every time I felt disturbed or distressed. I walked there that day in search of my peace again. Only this time, I carried a bag – one of those old fashioned net bags like the one my mom used to carry potatoes in, or beach towels. No one had used it for years, and it sat losing its color hidden in my closet. My mom would not have been proud of me had she known my plan: the bag contained the cat. The beast moved about and squirmed, making pathetic little squeaks, but I wrapped it in a newspaper and a garbage bag too. I looked over the railing and heard the river calling me in. How liberating would it be to sail down and crush all the annoying troubles, I thought. To rid myself of the mess in my head. Forever. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and threw the bag in. I swear I did it in the name of Love. * * * For a few weeks Lenny was devastated as if he'd lost a child. I tried to comfort him with my presence, thinking up various activities for us to do. Reluctantly, he came along but the sadness in his eyes was too hard for me to bear. Finally, I had suggested we buy a finch. But he wanted the whiskers. * * * It is August 19 and my birthday. I never work on my birthday, I never go to school or see people I don't like. I celebrate with my best friends and a ton of presents. I go out, I go wild, I get laid. As usual, this is the plan for tonight, except I want to lay Lenny. I cuddle up in the sheets, listening to noises from the kitchen: Lenny must be making my birthday breakfast. I hear his shuffling steps and spoons chiming on the tray. His lips stretch in his usual sunny smile. His chest hair is secretly peeking at me from under his robe. "Good morning, my birthday girl…" His voice sounds so loving. "I got you a present!" He sets the tray on the bed beside me and shuffles away. I sip champagne and watch him come back with a medium-sized pink box tied with lots of ribbon. He hands it to me, but somehow, I'm not eager to open it. "C'mon, I think you'll love it." He picks up his glass ready for a toast. I undo the ribbons and lift up the lid: out pops a white, fuzzy, blue-eyed kitten wearing a red collar with silver bells and a beautiful solitaire diamond ring. "Suzie, will you marry me?" * * * I heard Karma never forgets. THE END The Pussy Burglar Ring! "Hello." "Hey baby. How are you doing?" I breathed out, "I'm fine Kenny. How are you?" "What's wrong with you? You sound out of breath. You running over there?" "I am just waking up from a dream I had last night. It was hot and steamy." "Oooh. Tell me about it." "Well, it was late at night, probably around midnight. I was sleeping in this nice big bed with black satin sheets on it. The top sheet was barely covering my soft silk caramel skin. I was awaken by the sound of the curtains moving swiftly with the blowing of the wind. I got up, went over to the window, closed and locked it. I was startled by the sound of a male's voice in the dark background. "You have a nice body. I love your ass." Out of fright I responded, "Who's there? Show yourself." He stepped into the gleam of the light that was coming from the bathroom. He walked toward my bed with one hand in his pocket as if he was very comfortable here. Still on a defense and heart vibrating harder than a dildo, I moved back toward a chair I had near my lamp table. He responded, "No need to get the weapon sweetie. I'm not here to harm you, but to help you. I'm the Pussy Burglar, and I have chosen you as my next victim. Don't be fretful; I'm here to take care of your needs." "What needs are those," I slowly breathed out as my body began to become less and less tensed. "You are in the need of a hard cock. And as the Pussy Burglar I'm here to give it to you. I sneak into ladies windows and sample a piece of their pussy. They are frightened at first, but by the time I'm finished, they are rest assured and dreaming of sweet thoughts of me. Some are never the same afterwards." "To be honest, you are a good looking man. I wouldn't mind giving you some as good as you look," I said with my arousal clouding my judgments. "That's why I'm hesitant to give it to you. You may not know it, but you've been expecting me. I'm not used to women who are expecting me. I like to go in on surprise. I've been watching you, your goings and comings. You have the sexiest walk I have ever seen on a woman. The way your ass cheeks move in those fitted skirts you wear to work. I love to watch your breasts as they move to the rhythm of your body. Once you walked past me. I was so taken by the scent of your perfume; I followed you to work, admiring you. Once, you winked at me, but never thought twice about it. I can tell you wear sexy underwear underneath your business attire on Fridays." Shocked by his revelations, I responded, "How do you know that?" "On Fridays, you walk different, sexier, hornier. If I imagine hard enough, I can almost smell the delicious scent of your juicy pussy. I bet it taste good." I let down my guards and walked up to him, and said, "Strip." Shocked by my response, he became a little intimidated. He now knew that he wasn't in control over the situation anymore; I was. Instead of now being his victim, I was now his victor. He was my subject, and was about to beckon unto my call. He might have come as the burglar to steal the pussy, but I was willing to give it to him. He stripped. "Now if it's this pussy you want, it's the pussy you are going to get. First, you are going to lick it. Then you are going to use your fingers to expose my wet pink pussy and my clit. You are going to suck on my clit and as you do, you will put a finger in my pussy to lubricate it. Once your finger is lubricated, you will put it in my ass. This pussy that you are here to take, you will take care of it before you take it." I turned, walked over to the bed and climbed in . I lay on my back, exposing my body and pussy with my legs wide open. I can tell by the look on his face that he wasn't expecting this twist. Then the look on his face turned from being intimidated to a sexual hunger. He was looking sexier than ever. He was about 6'3 with trimmed blond hair, blue eyes, with a trimmed goatee. I can tell he took very good care of his body. He had long strong arms, with broad shoulders, and "six pack" abs with a tight ass. He also had nice long legs with bulging muscles, and I was ready for him. He walked slowly to my bed as if he was a jungle animal staking out his prey, and I was it. He didn't take his eyes off of me for a second. My body grew with anticipation and trembled with strong desires. I was shivering of what was to come. He slid both hands down the side of my thighs up to my hips. He grabbed me and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I gave him a devious smile. My legs rested on his shoulders. He took the thumb of his left hand and pressed it on my clit. He took a finger of the other hand and slid it into my throbbing pussy. He took it out and sucked the juices. He slid two fingers into my pussy. He took them out and brought them up to my mouth. I open up, and he said, "Lick it." He got down on his knees as he held my feet on the edge of the bed. I then felt a warm tongue licking up and down on my pussy lips. I began to moan. After a few licks, he slid his tongue between my lips and wiggled it; I moaned even more. He then exposed my hardened clit, and slipped it in his mouth, and he began to suck on it. My body shivered with pleasure. He took his fingers again and slid them into my needy pussy. He was pleasing me like my man hadn't. I could hear the slurping sound of him eating me out. He continued to suck on my clit, and then he moved his tongue down into my pussy to tongue fuck me. An arch was in my back as I breathed through my teeth, and he took the other hand and grabbed my nipples which were very erect from his "attention". As he tongued fucked me, his fingers were fucking my ass, giving me more pleasure. He was pleasing me as if I was his woman. He knew how to respond to my orders. He gave my pussy one last kiss and stood up. He slapped his hard cock against my pussy to tease it more. Now I see why he left ladies in dreamland. I wanted him more than ever. "You want this hard cock don't you? You been needing it. I know your man ain't giving it to you like you like it or you would have told me to leave. Wouldn't you?" I was too into him to respond. He was right. My man was holding back on me. I was hornier everytime we fucked because he never satisfied me. I had an animal sex drive, and he wasn't ready for it. For a white guy, my burglar had a nice big dick. I might have to keep him on the side. I wanted his ass. He continued to spank my pussy with his hard dick, and I was getting turned on more and more by the second. His aggressiveness returned and he was back in charge. He looked at me, and pushed his hard dick in me. I held on to the sheets as I struggled to breathe. His thrust took my breath away. He was all up in my pussy. His moves began to get faster as he started to bang me... My breasts were moving fiercely back and forth with his in comings. He held my legs wide apart and took my pussy... I moaned with ecstasy as he worked me. The bed was shaking and letting me know we were working it. He stopped moving. He took out his dick, looked at me and demanded me to get on my knees. His hard dick was dripping with my juices and it looked appetizing. I got on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I was the woman who vowed never to kiss a dick and here I was sucking my juices off of his. "I know you ain't tasted a dick before, but you been wanting to. Look how you licking yourself off of me. That's right, taste yourself baby. You taste good don't you?" I sucked even more as I breathed the smell of his manhood mixed with the aroma of my sweet pussy. I then licked down to his balls. Even more juices were there as I felt them smack against my pussy as he was fucking me. A little kinkiness took over and I played with his ass. He responded by gently rubbing my face. I then rubbed my pussy and felt my juices to lubricate my fingers. I took a finger lubed with my juices and slipped it into his ass. He flinched with pleasure and moans. He grabbed the back of my head and I ran my fingers up and down his rippled abs to feel him as I swallowed him. By the pace of his rhythm I could tell he was about to explode. I continued to suck him as he was moving faster. Just as he was about to cum, I released him. He shot his hot cum onto my big caramel tits and I rubbed his hot load into my hardened nipples. He still had a hardon. He grabbed my two mounds and covered his dick. This was the first time someone had ever did a titty fuck with me. I liked it. It felt good. He ordered me back onto the bed. I lay with my chest on the bed and my ass in the air. I felt a hard cock come into my pussy as my ass was being spread apart. I could hear him panting and breathing harder than before. This pussy was good to him. I felt my ass shake every time he entered me. He got a little wilder and began to spank me. I wiggled my ass to it. He did it again, and again I responded with a wiggle. I bucked on his dick as he rode my pussy from behind. He stopped and pushed that hard dick into my ass. He had to go slowly for I haven't had much experience in ass fucking. He could tell, because he felt my tightness as he entered me. He rubbed my back to assure me and to relax me. He kissed my back to let me know he would be gentle. He was in. I screamed with pain; satisfying pain. My face frowned with each plunge into my ass. "That's it baby. Take all of this cock in you. I know you wanted it. Ooooh look how I ride this nice supple ass of yours. I love fucking black pussy. I want this ass all the time. Who's ass is it?" I screamed, "Yours." "Who ass is it," he asked as he smacked my ass over and over. "Yours," I screamed out. "Who's ass is it bitch?" "Your ass. It's your ass." By the tone in his voice, I could tell he was smiling at me. He liked when I kept repeating it was his ass, and for the moment, it was his ass. I had no more control. Juices were now oozing out of my pussy as he continued to fuck my ass, stretching me up even more. He then stopped. He laid on the bed with his cock standing straight up with a curve in it and told me to ride him; he was about to cum and wanted to shoot his load up in me. I obliged. He slowly slid down on his dick. He breathed a moan for my pussy was tight. I moaned because of the little pain from him fucking my ass, but I was enjoying his fuck. He grabbed my tits as his dick disappeared into my wet pussy. I leaned into him and he sucked on my nipples. His body moved with the rhythm of me bouncing up and down on his dick. I move my pussy back and forth on his dick. He wasn't too far from coming because he grabbed my hips and pumped his dick into me. He was on the edge of cumming; I could see it in his face. We were now both humping like animals in heat. We were loudly moaning as the bed whacked up against the walls, and we were about to explode together. He gave me one last hard hump and held it, and I grabbed hold of him as we both screamed with pleasure as our juices met in my pussy. The juices oozed out of my pussy and down his dick on to his balls. I could tell he was pleased as his dick shrunk out of my pussy. We were sweating from the pleasing each other. I still sat there on his lap, unable to move. I eased down onto the bed on my side and he rubbed his hands up and down my body. He gave special attention to my ass, and apologized for hurting me, but he knew I enjoyed what he did. He turned me over on my back to give my pussy one last kiss as he tasted his cum mixed with my juices. He then kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes." "That was all of my dream Kenny." I heard a dead silence. "Hello? Are you there?" Just then I heard my man moaning and breathing hard as he was cumming. I wasn't upset because I was rubbing my pussy as I told it to him, and my ass was feeling a little better. To him it was a dream. To me, maybe it wasn't.