1 comments/ 18841 views/ 3 favorites Sugar Fix (Craving Sugar 3) By: Sosino Thanks to everyone who has voted for my past stories of Sugar. I hope that you enjoy this one as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I currently have plans for three or four more chapters. I would also like to thank Anonymous for informing me about a myspace user called JUSTYUMM who has been plagiarising my stories. A big heads up to all the writers here to watch out for little trolls who feel the need to steal others work. On the other end of the scale one cannot help but feeling slightly egotistical that the aforementioned trolls used one of my stories. P.S. JUSTYUMM if you would like to consider adding me to your contacts I can tell you of any upcoming chapters you may like to consider 'borrowing' LOL:-) Enjoy! --------------------------------------- Sugar stirred gently. "Hey you." "Hey." Unspoken she leaned forward kissing my lips gently, before laying her head back down on the pillow staring into my eyes. I gently stroked her hair feeling it's softness against my fingertips. Another soft kiss warmed my body, endorphins firing like mini explosions. I felt her nose brush against mine as she moved her head to stare into my soul. We were millimetres apart. I kissed her nose making her smile. Another kiss. Slow this time, sensual and lingering. Our tongues slow dancing to an imaginary beat. A 3ft bubble seemed to be surrounding us as time stood still just Sugar and me in our own little world. As our lips parted, time resumed, I could hear the birds again in the tree outside chirping away happily enjoying the sunshine, which was slowly beginning to rise in the sky. The sun's brilliant yellow hues enveloping our bedroom, piercing through the slats of the blind. Sugar rolled onto her back her arms stretching over her head yawning heavily. The sheet, which until now had barely covered her lithe body, dropped away in defeat exposing her. My eyes soaked in the radiance of her body. The sight of her breasts made my cock twitch she spread her legs slightly as she continued to stretch out on the bed. My cock hardening at the thought of the tightness contained between her legs. "Caught you with your hand in the cookie jar again." She caught my eye before staring down at her pussy as an indication of her statement. "Or should that be the honey pot." Her smile made my heart melt. She lay there making no effort to cover herself up. My cock stood to attention. Sugar smiled deliciously "Umm. I love getting up early." "It's almost nine." Pausing slightly before the nine as I turned my head to look at the clock on the wall. "Half the days gone." "You always were an early riser." I shrugged slightly still trying to walk myself up properly before realising what Sugar was suggesting looking down at my cock and then at Sugar. She looked at me before rolling her eyes in mock annoyance. "Guess I'm going to have to show you everything." Her voice was husky as she rolled on top of me, her thigh pressed against my cock, her hair tickling my chest and shoulders. I gently brushed her hair from over her eye with my hand tucking it behind her ear. "What did I do to deserve you?" "Shut up, you big lug and kiss me." Our mouths joined for an intense kiss her whole body seeming to melt into mine. My hand was alternating between stroking the small of her back and pert ass checks reminding me of the conversation the night before. Sugar telling me between alternating sucking on my balls and gently licking my cock how she wanted us to experience anal sex. Just the idea of fucking Sugar's ass excited me tremendously making my cock ache at the slightest thought of it. I ran my finger over her peach cleft making her body shudder, pressing her thigh harder against my cock. I could feel her smile against my lips, and her nipples harden and begin to bore into my chest. I felt her thigh move, her weight shifting slightly as she repositioned herself over my cock sliding down onto me, slowly easing me into her. Her movements slow and deliberate, so we would both feel every stroke. I leaned forward slightly keeping as much of our skin connected as possible, licking her lips as our kiss broke. Sugar gently began to slide up and down my cock slowly. A sensual sigh escaped past her lips as she tilted her head back. Every time she pushed down on my cock, she clenched her muscles, gripping me, refusing to let go. "I'm not going to last long if you keep this up." I gasped trying to focus. "Mmm... Oh..." She pushed down on my cock gripping me even tighter. "You're not supposed to." Her cheeks had flushed and I could feel her thighs quivering slightly. She gripped my cock again biting her lip to suppress an unusually loud growl. She was cumming and cumming hard, I couldn't hold myself any longer and felt my cock twitch and erupt inside of her. Sugar's hips bucked involuntarily, her pussy clamping around my cock tightly. Her arms wrapped around me pulling me into her. We didn't move we just lay staring at each other smiling and breathless trying to regain our composure. Our mouths locked the resulting kiss hungry and demanding before smiling and giggling like lovesick teenagers, stealing quick kisses here and there. "Come on you." Sugar said shakily rolling off me and walking to the bathroom. We've got a big day ahead." "I was kind of hoping we could spend the day in bed?" I sat on the edge of the bed mustering the energy to start the day. "Not a chance you big lug, you need to sort that costume out for tonight." Her voice trailed off as I heard the sound of the shower start. I reluctantly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "Have you got any ideas for your costume yet?" Sugars voice echoed loudly over the shower in the bathroom obviously unaware I had followed her into the bathroom. "Not yet." I replied making Sugar visibly jump. "Shit. You scared the crap out of me." Sugar opened the shower door so she could see me better. "Sorry. I needed to take a leak." I said pulling the toilet seat up. "So you got any suggestions for this costume of mine?" "None that I'm going to mention." Sugar's tone implied things I didn't even want to contemplate, her eyes stealing glances at my cock. "How about a sneak peek at yours to help me out then?" Sugar was leaning forward to wash her legs and just gave me one of those over the shoulder looks. "I've written the address for the costume shop down for you, it's on the fridge." "Thanks a lot." I said sarcastically, a devilish smile forming. "Oh and Sugar." I waited for Sugar to look over at me still busy scrubbing her legs. "Yeah." "Don't worry about not giving me any ideas for my costume." Sugar looked at me with a 'you're crazy' look on her face and proceeded to roll her eyes at me. My hand went to the toilet flush. "No... Bruce please... Nooo." I flushed and watched Sugar nearly take off as she leapt out the shower. " SWINE." Sugar shot me a dirty look before gingerly testing the water to continue her shower. "Mind if we share." I said stepping in with her pressing my semi hard cock against her ass. Sugar arched her back sighing loudly. "How can I refuse an offer like that?" Playfully wiggling her ass against my cock. I swatted her ass making her giggle. "Good girl. Wash my back for me would you?" Showered and dressed after a wonderful back rub I headed for the door. "Shug's. What you up to later? Do you want me to bring us back some lunch?" Sugar walked over to me, my eyes soaking up the image of her, as she'd still not got dressed yet. "No. I'm ok." She said leaning in for a kiss. "I'm going round Sarah's later to hear all the gossip about her date with her new boy, and then I got a hot date tonight." She beamed one of her killer smiles at me. "What you up to then? After your little shopping trip I mean." "Well, now I'm footloose and fancy free so to speak, I might just head over the club for a few hours." "Anything else planned?" Sugar asked trying to show her most nonchalant innocent look, but failing miserably instead shrugging it off and smiling expectantly. "Well I wasn't going to say anything but I've got a hot date myself this evening." I winked. "Maybe we'll see you out and about?" "Who knows?" She said returning my wink with one of her own. She pressed her body into me needfully "I guess you'll have you wait and see." I pulled her in for another kiss hoping Sugar would decide to drag me back upstairs. Sugar ran her hand over my chest and down to my groin. "I'm betting you'll get more than a goodnight kiss with muscle like that." She purred the words out. Gently squeezing my cock through my trousers. My mind was reeling; Jesus was Sugar trying to kill me. "After all it is an official first date." She flashed me one of those killer smiles as I playfully slapped her ass, opening the front door with my free hand. "Now get gone before the neighbours see us." Pulling the door open slowly, Sugar diving out of sight quite masterfully as I did. The sight of her marvellous bare ass making my heart and cock lurch. I traipsed around looking for that costume shop for nearly an hour before finding it. It had been a good job I had at least looked at the address, before forgetting to bring it with me. A sure sign age was beginning to creep up on me a few years ago I could have recalled the address instantly. Maybe returning back to the company would take more effort that I had previously thought. Maybe it wasn't worth going back at all. I put that train of thought to one side as I started looking at all the costumes available after finally finding the shop. It actually wasn't that hard a task as I first thought especially after handing the slightly disinterested clerk ten pounds to help me out after ten minutes of fruitless searching. Yes, that would do quite nicely. I headed back to the car after making a little detour after spotting something for Sugar. I arrived home for a reasonable time. As I walked into the lounge, I noticed Sugar had left me a note propped against an unwashed cup on the coffee table. I couldn't help but smile when I pictured her rolling her eyes at me for telling her to wash her cups up like so many other times in the past. I read the note whilst drying the cup and placing it back in the cupboard. Top shelf. Making me smile at the thought of Sugar stretching to reach it. Her short skirt or jumper exposing her firm arse. A little tease between the two of us followed by a hideously sneaky wink from me approving of her choice of underwear for the day. Also, something that Pete had nearly walked in on countless times. I sat down reading the note again. Sexy Gone round Sarah's. Decided to get ready there. Makes it more like a real date. See you at 8 pm A Hot Date XXX I read the note again feeling slightly more nervous of this whole first date thing. I was already in the deep end, loving Sugar the way I did. My shoulders and back felt stiff as a board all of a sudden. I grabbed my golf clubs and headed to the club. An hour or two at the club would sort me out. Hit some balls on the golf range then a relaxing massage that would sort my head out. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. A picture message from Sugar! 'A taste of what's to come' or so the title informed me. My shoulders neck and back all stiffened at the sight of the picture. Sugars beautiful cleavage was instantly recognisable. My cock twitched at the thought. Damnit. What was nestled between her breasts I couldn't make out clearly? It was some kind of blue band. Lace maybe or silk. The range was virtually empty when I arrived, unusual on a relatively warm morning, the club however would be an altogether different matter. After some light stretches I hit a few balls, my shoulders and neck were tighter than normal and the draw on the balls I'd hit which for some reason were also harder to correct for than normal. Normally that only happened if something was niggling away on my mind. I packed away the clubs in the boot of the car and headed to the club for a drink and a massage. For anyone who has yet to experience a proper massage I would recommend arranging an appointment with Sum, my masseuse as soon as possible. After an hour under her delicate Thai hands, you'll feel ten years younger and float out the door. As usual she masterfully and sometimes I wonder magically removed all my tension and knots. By the time I got home, I felt a million dollars. I grabbed a quick sandwich whilst flicking through the paper and attempted to finish the crossword I had started waiting for Sugar to finish her shower and the ridiculous amount of time it took her to dry her hair. A shower and a shave later followed by twenty minutes of looking for grey hairs I started to get ready for the dreaded fancy dress burlesque. Music always helps one through those stressful times and after another ten minutes of searching through all the cd's Sugar had left out of their cases I found my prize. Grant Green Jr. Introducing G. G. A wonderful cd full of memories of my last trip to New York, where I had the pleasure of listening to Grant Green Jr live with Bernard Purdie and Reuben Wilson at Birdland. I made a mental note of contacting an old friend of mine who I knew would be visiting New York next month to recommend the sea bass at Birdland. I also wondered what Sugar would make of New York. The costume I or rather the assistant in the store had chosen was a Gothic Victorian count affair, coupled with a pair of fangs I could probably pass for Dracula reincarnate. "I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome." I said in a most overly dramatic Transylvanian accent, chuckling to myself. Outside a dog was barking probably at the neighbour's cat that had a penchant for shredding my morning paper lately. I'd noticed it was always my paper never Pete's. "Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make." I stood in front of the mirror to check out the costume. Black dress trousers and shoes, white shirt with a large jabot, which incidentally is one of the most fiddliest awkward things to get to look just right. Burgundy vest with black panelling at the back and a full black cape with burgundy lining. Silly top hat, which I took off, immediately put back on, and then decided to forgo completely and cane. I looked good considering. Luckily, I had arranged for one of the drivers at the club to serve as chauffeur for the night, apart from being discrete the cars were definitely more luxurious. The minor points count after all. God I was like a nervous schoolboy. So nervous John my driver for the evening who coincidentally reminded me very much of a young Michael Caine even down to the cockney accent, offered me a slug from an hip flask which he kept in a small wooden box which he'd placed next to me as I'd got in the car. I smiled slightly at the contents of the box whilst taking a hit of the whiskey, condoms, pills which I assumed where Viagra and various other bits and pieces. "Another Sir?" John half questioned and half implied I needed. "Do I look that nervous?" It was an honest question, I'd had a knot in my stomach ever since this whole 'first official date' business had been mentioned. John looked hesitant to answer. "Go on, you can tell me the truth." "You do look a bit anxious Sir. If you'll forgive me for saying." I took another large slug from the hip flask. "Easy Sir, you've got the whole night ahead of you. Begging your pardon." John watched me screw the cap back on the flask putting it back in the box. "If I may Sir I recommend the small green spray." "What is it?" "It's a mouth spray Sir, get rid of the whiskey breath before your lady friend arrives. Been using it on the wife for years." "I take it she doesn't like you drinking?" "On the contrary Sir, she's partial to a cheese and onion sandwich before bed. Unfortunately I'm not that partial to cheese and onion." The way in which he'd said it and the knowing smile made it difficult to decide whether it was more for my sake and breaking the nervous tension or if there were an once of truth in what he'd said. "I've been doing this a few years now Sir and you get to know these things, although you're certainly younger than some of my clients. Some of the things those old gents get up to with the young ladies, well it'd make you toes curl." John eyed me nervously, obviously trying to read my reaction to what he had said. "Most probably more than my jobs worth mentioning too." His face giving away a rather guilty look and probably having one of those 'what did you say that for, you pillock' moments. "John relax. I'm not going to say anything, and stop calling me Sir. It's Bruce." John looked quite relived. "Besides it's nothing like that. It's just complicated is all?" "Thank you Sir. I mean Mr. Bruce Sir, for not saying anything. Sometimes let my mouth run away from me is all. If I might offer some advise Mr. Bruce Sir?" "Shoot, and it's just Bruce." John leaned back in the chair as if what he was going to say was some amazing secret. "Well Mr. Bruce Sir. If this lady is special to you, which I assume from your actions she is, and you love her which I suspect you do." He paused waiting for confirmation from me. I nodded my head for him to proceed. "Well, Mr. Bruce Sir. If she loves you back, what's so complicated about that?" "It's not that I'm worried about, other people are involved and..." John cut my sentence short. "Begging your pardon Sir but you should only worry about you and your lady friend's feelings. Let the rest of the world sort it's self out." "So that's where I've been going wrong eh. It's that easy?" He scoffed at that. Making me think for a split second, I was in the car with Michael Caine again. "That or screw it all up, pack your bags and hit the road. Speaking of which Mr. Bruce Sir. We should be off Sir before you never find out." He turned to start the car. "John." His eyes glanced at me from the rear view mirror. For a split second, there seemed something there. A dark cold blue shimmer in his eyes. Something I couldn't place, but a somehow familiar feeling. It faded as quickly as it had appeared. The knot in the pit of my stomach tightened before relaxing again slightly as John's familiar smile came into view in the rear view mirror. "Yes Mr. Bruce Sir?" "Thank you John." "All part of the service Sir." The car pulled up quietly to the modest house. Sugar's friend, Sarah's home. I braced myself before stepping out of the car. There was a slight breeze in the air. I stood next to the car willing my legs to move. As I heard John's door close, a singular thought ran through my mind sending a chill down my body. What if the parents were home, how would I explain this one? An old quote ran through my mind. O, Sir! You are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine. The words began to take on the tone and afflictions of John, before I snapped out of my oneirism. I could not be sure if it was my own thought or John's words, which had embedded the quote into my head. "Mr. Bruce Sir. Your lady's waiting." "Yes." I said. "On with the show." I adjusted my cape and fidgeted with my Jabot one last time, a quick check of the time from the old pocket watch, which I'd decided to add before leaving the house. Mainly for authenticity and for a vain attempt to add a more individual touch to the costume showed I'd arrived exactly on time or roundabout, the damn thing seemed to lose several minutes each time I wore the thing. I stepped forward. The light from the front porch caught the fringe of my peripheral vision. Sugar was stood in the doorway, my jaw dropped at the sight of her. My eyes scanning over her beauty. The first thing I really noticed were her legs. Clad in white stockings with a very familiar blue lace bow on each knee a stark contrast against the black thick-heeled shoes. My eyes travelled up her legs to her toned thighs, surrounded by a sheer white petticoat under her rather short blue dress with a little mock apron both of which had been cleverly designed to lead the eye to her slender waist. Another blue bow rested on the top edge of the apron, low enough for the swell of her breast to be level with the bow. The picture message Sugar had sent me earlier came back into view. The source of my earlier torment now apparent. My cock stirred in my boxers pressing against my leg. To hell with this party, I just wanted to rip her clothes off and ravish her body. Sugar Fix (Craving Sugar 3) "The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us." I looked over at John who appeared as I transfixed at the tiny ethereal beauty stood in front of us. John coughed nervously when he realised I was looking, shuffling over to the passenger door opening it as Sugar stepped towards us. "Hey you." She kissed me tenderly on the cheek. I stood dumbstruck at how beautiful she looked. Her hair was especially curly with a small blue bow strewn into it. I imagined running my fingertips through it, before brushing her hair something, which I had become quite skilled at and found strangely therapeutic. "What do you think?" Turning left to right giving me free reign to ogle her. My eyes bulged along with my loins watching as her breasts swayed slightly and the hem of her skirt flared out, lifting slightly to expose more of her tender thigh and for a second, I thought I could almost make out a sliver of her pert ass cheek come into view. "You look ravishing." I helped Sugar step into the car, which she did with so much grace and one of her killer smiles. John smiled at me as I went to step in the car. The gods are just?" I said arching my eyebrows slightly. "King Lear." A quote relating to my own not a few moments before he said casually. "Naturally." John started the car and pulled away smoothly. Sugar leaning in close to me. Her scent was exquisite spicy yet light and fruity. Her hand was resting on my thigh. "You smell delicious." I breathed leaning in to kiss her. Her tongue meeting my own, dancing with mine. "You scrub up pretty good yourself." Her face was mere inches from mine; her eyes sparkled like a sea of diamonds, her cheeks reddened slightly by our lust-filled kiss. I sucked gently at her skin along her neck and shoulders. "So I'm wondering how you managed to do it." "Do what?" I hoarsely mouthed before continuing my assault on her skin. I could feel her skin warming. "Sort out a costume. We both know you wouldn't have chosen this yourself. So Mister how did you manage it?" I gently nipped at a sensitive spot on her neck trying to distract her. "That's not... going... going to work." Her hand slid up my thigh and over my cock squeezing it playfully. "Bruce, behave yourself." She giggled however; she made no move to stop me. My hand found the swell of her breast and squeezed before teasing her nipple beyond the fabric. She sobbed blissfully at my ministration. "Be...have." She was almost laughing as I reluctantly pulled away receiving a gentle squeeze of my cock. "It's that damn perfume." "I'll buy you some." She enjoyed teasing me, enjoying watching me squirm. "Please do." I said with great sincerity. I leaned into her so she could feel my breath against her ear. "It makes me want to feast on your tender soft flesh. So warm and moist and innocent." I punctuated each word of the last sentence with a soft kiss finishing by biting her lip sucking it into my mouth. "Mmm gods." Sugar was visibly shaking, her cheeks coloured, and I knew without touching her she was wet. "It's... it's Issy Miyake. L'eau D'issy." She was trying to keep control of herself. I decided to grant her a small mercy, and in truth to save me from losing my load right there. I wasn't sure who was teasing whom or if we would last until we got home before ravishing each other. The dreaded burlesque show was anything but; in fact, I enjoyed it more and more with every passing minute. From checking out the costumes everyone else was wearing, it had been worth tipping the shop assistant as everyone had seemed to make an effort and some made me wonder if they hadn't spent the last six months preparing for the night, however it seemed to add to the enjoyment also the fantastic mix of people from young to old. A comment, which got a disparaging look from Sugar. We took a seat near the stage as the compare for the evening was beginning his own version of 'the best is yet to come.' That got a few laughs. It was an intimate affair with about 100 or so people I could make out. I was beginning to wonder how Sugar had found out about this place. The performers and jazzy brunette leading the band were anything less than star quality. My preconceptions of some sleazy erotica trash were dissolved and the truth of a very respectable affair if a little tongue in cheek act followed. All the while Sugar sat next to me, sipping her wine with one hand, and holding mine with the other, which she rested on her thigh just below the little white petticoat. Every once in a while I got another breath of her perfume. She placed her hand on top of mine allowing me to feel her sensual flesh before leaning over to kiss my cheek. I gave her thigh a little squeeze before she moved my hand under her petticoat and up over her skin. She licked my ear sending tingles down my spine. My senses seemed to be in overdrive since the lights had gone down. "I've got a surprise for you." She whispered. I felt her shift her weight slightly on the chair opening her legs a fraction more. My mind was ablaze. Her movements were slow and deliberate slowly encouraging my hand further up her skirt. I turned slightly to say something but her lips suppressed my words, she just whispered for me to enjoy the show. My hand had reached the top of her thigh; thank god, it was a loose skirt. I was nervous that any moment someone would notice what we were doing and have us thrown out. I was also excited; my cock was beginning to feel uncomfortable in its confinement. My fingers skimmed over her thigh and hips and across to the goal she obviously wanted me to explore. My senses in overdrive, my eyes darting about the dimly lit room. My first realisation was she had decided to forgo wearing any underwear. Strange considering how short the skirt was. If she bent over all and sundry would get a bigger treat than the magnificent view they were already afforded. "Just a little lower." She almost breathlessly whispered into my ear. My eyes were riveted to the stage to try to maintain any illusion I was here for the show as the compare introduced a sultry looking redhead. My fingers trailing over her bare skin. Lower and lower towards my goal. My second realisation made my mouth drop. My finger back tracking over her skin, before realising she had shaved her little tuff. Her pussy bare and exposed for me. Her lips were white hot and already wet, as my fingers slowly teased her. "Ladies and gentlemen. I give you and don't forget to give her back when you have finished with her. Gypsy Red." A loud applause erupted. The all too familiar beats of Peggy Lee's Fever. The leggy redhead shimmed around the stage. Slowly teasing the audience removing her red elbow length gloves. My finger grazed over Sugar's clit making her squeeze her legs together tightly. My finger easily slipping into her pussy. The warmth of her silky folds enveloped my finger eagerly almost hypnotising me. Slow and gently my finger slid up and down her, my finger teasing her lips before pressing into her again. I glanced over to look at Sugar. Her chest was rising and falling in quick succession, my movements were causing her breasts to wobble infinitesimally, barely noticeable to the casual observer. I grazed my finger over her clit again teasing her as she tried to suppress a whimper. Her eyes closed at the contact, her head lifting exposing her slender neck, a low growl from deep within me wanted to take her right there and then. The closing notes of 'Fever' got a roar of applause despite gypsy red still being clothed. There was a long pause before gypsy moved; her hair had fallen slightly over her left eye, fire red seemingly drawing you to her gaze and those crimson bee stung lips. I glanced around at a few of the faces sat near me. Men and women alike all transfixed, even Sugar. I looked again towards gypsy unable to turn away again. She glided towards the front of the stage with a grace I'd never seen. "You had plenty money 1922." Her voice was silky. "You let other women make a fool of you." I felt Sugar's hand on my thigh stroking my leg softly. My finger absent-mindedly sliding between her wetness to the gentle beat of the band who were accompanying gypsy red. "Why don't you do right? like some other men do." Her voice effortlessly carried to my ears. "Get out of here, get me some money too." The steady pace of the double bass riveted me, my head swaying slightly to the tune, gently tapping out the notes with my finger. Sugar squeezed her legs together, my finger tap, tap, tapping her clit. I felt her grab my cock through my trousers a jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. As the song finished with a lingering note from gypsy red's piano and bass finale the crowd erupted, Sugar's legs vibrating as her orgasm rocked through her making her hips buck involuntary. Her chest heaving, trying to suppress her whimpers. I leaned into her to check she was ok. Her hand grabbing me forcefully, pulling me in closer as her mouth hungrily sought mine, her tongue pushing its way between my lips wrapping it around mine wildly. "Wow." I said breathlessly. Sugar leaned as close as possible whispering her words so they danced over my lips. "That was the best fucking orgasm I've ever had. Where the hell did you learn that?" Her whispers were punctuated by sharp intakes of breath still trying to come down off her little plateau of pleasure. Her whole body seemed to radiate energy like it was culminating just beneath the surface of her skin ready to explode and envelop the whole room. Her cheeks had blushed beautifully and I could feel her legs still quivering slightly. "I'll never tell." I beamed before gently tapping her clit teasingly making her hips buck involuntary. "God. Mmm. Please." She begged. A visible shiver of pleasure running through her body. "You have no idea how good that felt." She flashed her cutest killer smile and squeezed my aching cock through my trousers. "Or do I have to torture you for the information." "Only if you promise to torture me anyway." I quipped. I quickly pulled my finger up to my lips savouring the taste of Sugar's sweet juices. "I've got a better idea." Sugar leaned in licking my lips before kissing me passionately again. "Come on." She said grabbing my arm and standing up albeit rather shakily. She pulled me from my seat heading towards the back of the room with her. Sugar picked up the pace and made a beeline for the toilets looking over her shoulder with a devious grin on her face. The door to the toilet had not even closed before she had turned grabbing at my belt and trousers to free my cock. "I want this in me now." Her voice was husky and horny as hell. She pushed me up against the cubicle wall, as she hiked her little dress up. My first quick glimpse of her freshly shaved wet little pussy. I was sure I'd heard a giggle from one of the other cubicles, before my train of thought was interrupted by Sugar sliding herself onto my cock moaning loudly. "Shug's I think someone's in here." Sugar let out another sexy moan as I pulled out of her before thrusting back in. Sugar didn't care and hell, I wasn't minding much either. I was too busy enjoying the sensation of sliding in and out of Sugar's incredibly wet pussy too much. "Oh god. Harder baby." I pulled the top of her dress down exposing her firm young breasts grabbing them roughly pinching her nipples, eliciting a long sexual growl from Sugar. "Harder. Harder baby. Mmm. Fuck my wet little pussy. Oh that's it stick that cock into my cunt." Sugar's vocalism spurred me on thrusting into her harder. The door of the cubicle banging against the frame on every forward thrust. "I'm. I'm going to cum Sugar." "Cum for me baby. Cum in your little whore." My legs almost gave way as I exploded inside of her. We stood there panting hard. My cock softening inside of her. We kissed slow and passionately neither having the strength to move. I could feel her breath on my lips, the form of a smile creeping against both our mouths. She kissed me sweetly whilst she was trying to clean herself up and rearrange her dress. My wondering hands making the job twice as hard as it should be. Only to be told to behave countless times, but making no effort to actually stop my hands wondering. Sugar turned looking at me nervously. Her tiny hands cupping my face gently. Her eyes, those deep pools of light blue, which make me stop to catch my breath staring intensely at me. "Bruce I." The way that she looked at me stopped me dead in my tracks. "Sugar what's wrong." "I." A tear formed in her eye. I held her hand. "Baby what's wrong? Please tell me." "I love you." "I love you too Sugar." "No. I mean I love you." I knew exactly what she meant by those words. Up until then it had never been spoken between us. It was the point of no return. "I love you too. More than I'm supposed too. I've always loved you, always will." She hugged me tightly as though she would never let me go. "Come on, let's get a drink." Hardly the place to declare one's undying love for someone, in the middle of a toilet cubicle. As we stepped out of the cubicle, a young women was stood by the sink, her eyes appraised us both quickly and efficiently through the wall mirror before leaning over the counter to snort what I assumed to be cocaine up her nose. I stopped in my tracks guilt written all over my face and the awkward echo as I zipped my fly. Sugar shot me a look before moving to the mirror to touch up her make-up. "That sounded fucking wild." The women addressed Sugar more than me. Using a tissue to dab at her nose. "I can see why he didn't wait you look pretty hot in that costume." She gave Sugar another glance smirking slightly as she checked out her legs and ass which was wonderfully exposed to me as Sugar was leaning over slightly to apply her eyeliner. I stood completely still, dumbstruck if truth were told. I wasn't quite sure what to do. "No panties. Very kinky. You really do look hot in that." "Thanks hon, your looking hot yourself." I took a second to eye up her voyeur. She looked to be around mid 20's, taller than Sugar by a few inches with long straight black hair. She wasn't ugly but had a girl next-door gone bad look. Her brown eyes met mine glaring into mine, almost as if challenging me. The corset she was wearing did nothing to stop her ample bust from trying to spill over the top of it. She smiled slightly in a devious kind of way. "Looks like your boi here is already thinking of dessert." Her hands slid around her breasts squeezing them for effect. Sugar caught my eye in the mirror my look of shock and horror at the thought I would cheat on her. Sugar looked at me rolling her eyes as if she knew exactly what I was thinking and that it was the most stupid thought I've ever had. Sugar finished applying her lipstick before walking over to the girl. I felt like I was about to see a major piss fight. "Oh hon. No. That was just a little teaser to take the edge off." Sugar inched forward her body pressing against the girls. The visible struggle of the young women was apparent however, Sugar had that effect. She was trying to keep control of herself, to keep her focus. For a second I thought Sugar was going to kiss her. The image in front of me was having a strangely erotic effect on me. Sugar leaned in her lips almost touching the girl's ear. I only caught a few words. "Tight wet pussy...thick cock...." The brunette was shaken, her eyes closed. Then shot open staring at my crotch and back to my eyes. Sugar looked at me her eyes gleamed with conspiracy before turning back to whisper something else. The girl whimpered slightly. Sugar took a step back before slowly inching forward to the young women again looking like their lips were going to meet. Instead, Sugar kissed her cheek leaving a lipstick mark on the girl. Sugar walked over to me grabbing my crotch pulling me into her for a deep kiss. My mind raced, my heart pounding in my chest. "I need a drink." She said pulling me towards the door. We left the girl still looking shell-shocked. I just stared at Sugar, and they say men are territorial. We were sat at a table; I was nursing particularly large Vodka. "Sugar I." I broke off my sentence not knowing quite how to finish it. Sugar had been staring at me intensely. "I don't like to share." A smile formed across her lips. "Not unless it's mutually agreeable rather than some coked up tramp." I blinked. Several times. Did she just imply what I thought she did? "Do you? Do you want this to go further? What I said before I mean." Jesus, one killing blow after another. "I meant what I said. I love you." "Sugar. I love you too. I want this to continue." "But?" She looked like she was trying to brace herself for bad news. "But. Not at the expense of hurting you. I can't do that to you. I love you too much Sugar." "I'm not a little girl any more Bruce. Jesus. I'm not going to break that easily." Her tone and the emphasis of how she said my name made me focus on her eyes rather than my drink. "Damnit. I know, this is so hard. There are so many reasons why we shouldn't." "Pete, the age difference." Something I'd bought up a few times, and too be honest thinking of a lot more of late. "Countless other things." "Do you want this to work?" I could hear the pain in her words. It made my heart ache. Tell her the truth. Tell her the truth Bruce I said to myself repeatedly. "More than anything. What were doing." She cut me off before I could finish. "Is exactly what we want to do? Besides if memory serves I don't think you started this. I knew exactly what I was getting into." She exhaled. The tension in her shoulders relieving somewhat. "Besides I love you, you big lug. I want to be with you." "I want that too Sugar, more than anything. But Pete." "We'll tell him. When the times right." "He deserves to know." Easier said than done. How could I tell my brother I loved his daughter more than I should? It would break his heart. How could I betray him like that? "What about the age difference?" "It doesn't matter. What's one generation?" "That's easy for you to say." "With age comes wisdom. As for the rest, we will figure it out together. What's important is you and me." Sugar held my hand. "Why don't you come here and kiss me and remember the reasons we want to be together in the first place." Tentatively our mouths sought one another's. Her's moulding into mine. Two halves of a whole. It just felt so right. "I'll make you a deal." I said my mouth hungry for another kiss almost as soon as our lips parted. "We stay like this, no matter what, no changes, no secrets. Just you and me." Sugar looked at me a small smile forming across her lips. "Deal." My mouth moved in to kiss her again. "No more talk of this age shit though. "Deal." I smiled at her choice of words. I had this feeling deep down that everything would work out well. Despite it all, I knew that Sugar and I would find a way. "Let's get another drink." Sugar headed to the bar after a slap on the ass from me. Turning she shot me one of those killer smiles and bounced away happily. I headed to the toilet, the men's this time. I needed to clear my head. It all seemed so much simpler 10 years ago. Hell, with age comes wisdom, with wisdom comes responsibility, and with responsibility comes headaches. Looking into the mirror the King Lear seemed quite apt, and this bloody jabot was driving me crazy, after spending another few minutes at my futile attempt to correct the kink in the knot. I gave up and headed for the door. Walking back toward our table any doubts about myself or ability in my mind vaporised instantly at the scene unfolding at the bar. The heckles on the back of my neck rose instantly. Sugar was stood at the bar ordering our drinks. Her skirt dangerously close to exposing her as she leaned forward to give the barmaid our order. Sugar Fix (Craving Sugar 3) The guy was around 5'10 and looked completely out of place with the rest of the crowd in jeans and a casual shirt. He was stood behind Sugar leering at her and then towards his friends a few tables back. I began to walk towards them. The guy glanced towards my direction a diabolical expression on his face. As if in slow motion, his hand moved towards Sugar planting itself squarely on her ass. Sugar instantly turned, and realising it wasn't me pushed his hand away. His smile was sickly as he tried to grab her again. Sugar tried to push him off with her arm. I pushed my way through the crowd of people heading towards the bar. Sugar raised her arm to swat the guys arm away as he attempted to grab her again. The son of a bitch. The guy grabbed her wrist forcefully making her wince. My blood boiled a deafening roar going through my ears. I felt my muscles tense and relax as if I was shaking off the cobwebs and accessing the damage of time and absence from the gym. I felt solid and whole for the first time in an age. My eye's seemed sharper, my mind clearer. I eyed the guy up. Not even a fair fight, not even for this rusty old git. Poor son of a bitch didn't know what was coming his way. Forcefully I shoved his arm almost knocking him off balance. Sugar broke free of his grip holding her wrist tentatively. Using my arm, I ushered her behind me. She caught my glance for an instant; she stared into my new eyes. The side that had been hidden away. She looked scared. Sugar didn't recognise these eyes. The guy squared up to me instantly, his breath rank of alcohol and cigarettes almost making me gag. "What the fuck you think your doing grandpa Munster?" His voice dropped my initial appraisal of his age to early twenties. A pint and a fight boy. "I said what the fuck you looking at old man?" His eyes defiant and challenging yet meeting a cold, hard stare that gave no ground. The guy pushed my chest with both arms trying to throw my balance, I felt Sugar flinch behind me. "Don't do that!" I said holding fast. "Or what?" He said pushing me again. "I said. Don't do that, you deaf boy?" My voice was low and slightly aggressive. "You want to make something of it?" I started a slow count to ten. The guy pushed me again before I got to seven. "You want to do something old man." Eight. "Don't worry legs." The guy looked over my shoulder at Sugar "I haven't forgotten you. We can have some fun in a minute. Nine. The guy's shoulders moved back preparing to push me again. Ten. This guys day was about to become a whole lot shittier. My fists thrust forward with force connecting with each side of his chest throwing him back satisfactorily. His head snapped towards me, his eyes glaring with hatred. His right shoulder dropping somewhat. Don't do it kiddo. His ego kicked in. My arms tensed waiting for his turn, his attempt at a punch. His whole body turned. His fist coming for my left cheek. My left hand gripped his at the elbow. My right hand grabbed his collar. The guy's eyes bulged as I leaned forward and head-butted the guy full in the face. It was a smooth move, well delivered. It had been reigned off to half its potential. The resulting impact compressing his nose. No point putting the guy in a coma. The guy's knees buckled as he toppled backwards, painfully landing on his ass. His eyes glazed, the fight knocked out of him. His two friends were near. I shot them both a look. My fists clenched ready to take them out. "Back off." Both did. Smart move boys. I leaned over the guy, checking the damage to his nose, nothing serious. "Who the fuck are you?" The guy said choking on the blood running down his throat. "Me. I'm Grandpa Munster. I hope we do not meet again. I won't be as friendly next time." I turned to tend to Sugar who was trembling as I pulled her into my arms. I lifted her chin with my finger. Her eyes met mine with confusion. I snapped the clasp of my cloak wrapping it around her shoulders. She grabbed me tightly, sobbing lightly into my chest. "Shh. Baby, it ok now." Two burly security guys charged up to the bar. I smiled. The cavalry are here. One of the security guys helped the guy off the floor with his friends help leading them off towards the exit, the other talking to the girl who had been serving Sugar our drinks. "She ok?" He said turning to face me. "She's a little shaken, but she'll be fine." "How bout you?" "A headache in the morning but fine." "Nice moves." "You need us for anything else?" "Nah. No need to call the cops for that guy. Besides Emma told us what happened." He said directing my gaze towards the barmaid. "Time to get her home." I said hugging Sugar. "You guys need a cab?" "We're fine." "Ok. Guess I'd better help Mike take out the trash." Sugar held me tightly as we waited for John to drive us home. My muscles had relaxed and the old me was starting to analyse the whole bad business of the club. It didn't add up. That whole thing didn't add up. Why didn't his friends jump in? Why was the guy there? Why had he tried it on? Sugar brought me back to the here and now, gently hugging me tighter. The warmth and closeness of her body and her nipples gently poking at my chest due to the slight chill in the air resulting in my cock poking at her thigh. "Not exactly the night I had planned for us." Sugar mumbled into my chest as I continued to hold her close, stroking her silky soft skin over the cloak. "Are you ok?" I asked her again for about the tenth time since leaving the club. "I'm fine." I cupped her face with my hands forcing her to look at me, her eyes meeting mine hesitantly at first. Her eyes softened somewhat when she recognised the look of concern on my face. "Honestly." She tiptoed to kiss the tip of my nose before her lips sought mine for what turned out to be a spine tingling kiss. The kind of kiss that makes you think of all the things that make you feel comfortable and safe. That warmth that penetrates through to your marrow on the first day of a holiday in the sun. The smell of mulled wine as you walk through the door when visiting your family over Christmas. "I love you." She said as our lips parted. "I love you too." She beamed one of those killer smiles at me, pressing her thigh into my cock. My hands slowly slipping under the cloak and trailing down towards her ass. John pulled up in the car, as my fingertips were running along the curvature of her ass checks. "Shall we?" I said indicating to the car with my eyes. "Mmm, no rush." She leaned forward for another kiss, her eyes closing at the contact of our lips. My hands lingered on her ass, gently squeezing each check in turn, before lightly raking my finger along her peach-cleft. Her muffled growl and squirming made my heart leap in my chest. A smile forming on my lips. "Fucking tease." "Hussy." I pressed my finger against her ass, her checks seemingly parting teasing her tight little butt-hole. Sugar exhaled quickly her head shooting back as a loud whimper escaped her mouth. "Maybe I should take you home." "Maybe, and just what should we do when we get back? The night still being young and all." Sugar was gently clenching and relaxing her ass checks trying to entice my finger to stray closer to her tight little hole, rather than the merry little dance around the circumference. "We could see what's on the T.V.?" I maintained nonchalantly. "Or?" Sugar gave me a bemused grin. "Or." I said pausing for effect. "We could go home and fuck each others brains out till we pass out?" Sugar shot me a killer smile. "Sounds like a plan to me." She grabbed my cock with her hand rubbing it lovingly through my trousers. "You sure there's nothing on T.V. Though?" I said ducking to one side quickly to avoid the mock annoyance of Sugars right fist. "Get you the new Ali." Mocking my new boxer like reflexes. We kissed again. Quickly and playfully, our tongues danced together before begrudgingly parting briefly to step into the car. Sugar kissed me again almost as soon as the door closed, the seemingly chaste kiss turning into a long wet wonderful adventure. "John." Sugar leaned forward to address John who was already about half way back to our house from the club. "Yes Miss." "Do you know the old hill the back of the arboretum?" "I believe so Miss." "Can you take us there first please?" "Of course Miss." John was already indicating to turn right before he had finished speaking. I gave Sugar a quizzical look. "I've got something to show you before we go home." We stood at the top of a small hill overlooking the arboretum and lake, the tiny specks of light from the houses contrasting beautifully against the night sky. The light from the crescent shaped moon giving a muted glow to the oak tree we were heading towards. We were sitting on two swings next to the oak tree from when the hill used to serve as a small park years ago. Sugar was wrapped in my cloak rocking gently on the swing. The breeze had calmed and was gentle and relaxed just strong enough to carry a few leaves off the tree, a gentle reminder of the passing of time and seasons. "Beautiful isn't it." Sugar's voice was quiet, slightly hesitant yet carried a determination and seriousness to its tone. "Quite." "This is my place. My favourite place rather. Mom used to bring me here when I was little. She'd push me on this swing and tell me stories when Dad was away. I wanted you to see this." "Sugar I." "You know I lost my virginity here." She sighed, indicating the bench to the other side of the tree." I don't know exactly how long we had been sitting on the bench talking but the moon was fast approaching the horizon. I had told her everything, thought, doubts, plans for the future and it had not mattered. She still loved me, still wanted me. My sweet, sweet Sugar. I could feel her lips against mine. The passion and need seeping through her moulding with my own. For the first time since my wife's death, I had hope. Her tongue snaked over and around my own hungrily. My hands instinctively pulling her body closer to me. Back in our little bubble, no cares, no worries, just us. John flicked the cigarette through the open window watching them walk back towards the car. Switching the radio on smiling at the song playing, before turning it up. The music seemed haunting at first as we were walking back to the car, hand in hand. "Kiss me." Sugar's voice purred soft and sensually. I leant forward kissing her parted lips softly. "Mmm. I meant the name of the song is 'Kiss me'. Her hand cupped my face as she kissed my nose. My hands were resting on the small of her back. I could feel her hips swaying gently to the beat. I pulled her close, her breasts pressing against my chest, her hair tickling my nose as I inhaled the delicious scent of her perfume. Issy Miyake. Her hands gently exploring my body as we danced to the song. John whisked us quickly and safely back home. As we pulled up Sugar used her thumb to brush away the remains of her lip-gloss from my lips something, which had become a habit for her of late. Still it had left me with an irresistible craving for cherry's, which to be honest I'd preferred to when she went through the body glitter phase. The glitter had its advantages of course and my dalliances way back when always left me dreaming of my magical little nymph, the downside being it had been increasingly more and more difficult to hide the evidence if you will. Sugar stepped out of the car and thanked John warmly, allowing a wonderful unobstructed view of her magnificent cleavage as she leaned forward, at the same time giving me a fantastic view of her shapely legs and tight little ass. As her dress short as it was rode up her sweet flesh as she leaned forward causing me to nearly knock myself out as I stepped out the car. Sugar headed for the door, her ass swaying provocatively at us. "Thanks for everything tonight John." I said taking his hand in earnest. "It's been my pleasure Mr. Bruce Sir." "Especially the advice." I added. "I meant every word of it. If I might be so bold Mr. Bruce Sir I'll offer you some more." "Shoot." "Cash in your chips, find a paradise island and spend the rest of your days making each other happy. Right now. Go pack your bags and get gone." "Thanks. I think." "Forgive me Sir. It's late and just seeing you two together; well it brings up memories of the past. You both deserve to be happy. Go and enjoy the rest of your night Mr. Bruce Sir." "Well. Goodnight." I turned around and headed for the door. "Thanks again for everything." I said stepping towards the house. "Mr. Bruce Sir." I turned and met his gaze. "Tis a naughty night to swim in." "Indeed." I smiled at another King Lear quote. Good recall. I closed the door locking it securely, before turning to the stairs. One of Sugars shoes lying haphazardly halfway up the stairs another at the top. My cloak draped over the staircase outside our room. My body surged with electricity as my hand touched the door handle, my body felt renewed and alive. Sugar was lying on the bed turned slightly to one side; the right shoulder of her dress had slid off her shoulder exposing more of her body, the little beauty spot on her shoulder, which I always kissed before moving over to her neck drawing the eye over her smooth skin up her slender neck. Her lips pouting at me seductively, her eyes sparkling with passion, lust and energy. I followed her gaze towards her legs as she slowly and deliberately slid her leg up giving me another perfect view of her ass and thighs. I stood transfixed, my cock instantly hard and already trying to burst from its confinement. Sugar raised her leg slowly opening her legs. Her wet pussy glistening in the light, inviting me to feast on it. Her freshly shaven mound almost exposing her clit. Suddenly the view snatched away as Sugar with feline grace slid across the bed in much the same way a cheetah stalks its prey, before standing in front of me. Her hands sliding over her body, arching forward as she caressed her breasts. I noticed the blue bow was missing from between them instead wrapped delicately in her hair holding those locks of gold from falling in her face. My hand moving slowly over her skin sliding the left shoulder of her dress off allowing it to forsake its battle with gravity falling gently to the floor. I soaked in her beauty, my very own odalisque. She was Rhea of Greek mythology or Ops of Roman. A goddess of abundance and fertility. My own Lolita. My tangible version of love and lust. "Are you going to stand there all night gawking or are you going to come here and do dirty disgusting things to me till I beg you for more?" Sugars honey voice pulled me out of my reality and back into hers. My hands fumbled to untie the damned Jabot, as Sugar deftly removed the rest of my clothes licking and sucking any skin she could expose. "The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us." I mumbled as Sugar had freed me of my trousers and boxers, my cock springing forth. Sugars fingers wrapping around it instantly sending shivers along my spine as her breath tingled over its head. "This is the only thing that's plaguing me at the moment." Licking along my length to emphasise her statement. "King. Mmm. Jesus. King. King Lear." I mumbled as she slid me into her mouth. The sensations of Sugars tongue against the underside of my cock were exhilarating sending pulses of electricity along my shaft and throughout my body. My hands slid over her shoulders and neck resting lightly on her head. The feel of her soft sensual hair made me almost want to stroke and caress it. Sugars tongue began flicking at my head, her hand cupping my balls. My torso rocking slightly unaware as my hands were gently leading Sugars head backwards and forwards. Sugar moaned, making my cock twitch from the vibrations. Looking up at me then deciding to redouble her efforts at the 'I've died and gone to heaven' expression on my face. Sucking licking and nipping at my skin until I nearly collapsed. She looked almost disappointed as my cock pulled out of her mouth I lifted her into my arms her legs wrapping around my waist instantly. Her mouth attacking mine fervently. Her soaked pussy was pressed tightly against my stomach. Her soft fingers exploring the contours of my arms and neck. Gently I lay her on the bed. She looked totally fuckable for lack of a better word. Alluring, lustful and erotic. Those come to bed eyes beckoning me forwards. Slowly she slid her one leg up, sliding the white suspenders she was still wearing down her leg. "Leave them on for me baby." I could barely get the words of my mouth. I was breathless at the very sight of her. She smiled sexily. Her foot snaking out towards me and cupping the underside of my balls pulling me towards her. My tongue trailed along her neck and shoulders following the route my lips had covered with little kisses moments before. Sugars skin was warm to the touch. Thrilling to touch, and that wonderful scent sending stimulating shivers along my body. My teeth nipped at the soft undersides of her breasts. Licking and teasing her nipples making her moan into the pillow. Her hands pushing me down her body, guiding me to her favourite spots. Sugar pushed my head towards her pussy lifting her hips slightly to quicken the contact, instead my head pushing lower still kissing and licking her calves and thighs. Deliberately breathing out through my nose making her shiver excitedly at the sensation of my breath on her soft skin. Her writhing and moaning spurring me on. Just touching her skin was an intense sexual fulfilment for Sugar. It was an intoxicating sensation to have such an hedonistic creature giving herself freely to me. My tongue slowly snaked the length of her pussy making her buck and moan loudly. My tongue flicked at her clit, as my hands tried in vein to steady her hips, which were undulating, her thighs trembling softly. Sugars hands pressed my head down, my tongue bathing her clit with pleasure, as she lifted her hips off the bed moaning continually as her orgasm washed over her jolting her whole body. Her tongue hungrily sought mine still wet with her juices, sucking on my tongue as if to devour my very being. The tip of my cock teasing her pussy as our mouths carnally attacked each other. Her nails scratching my shoulders and back. The kiss becoming rough and intense. Just short of brutal. My cock probing her pussy before pushing into her, Sugars long sensual moaning muffled by her sucking on my tongue. Her pussy enveloped my cock into its velvety haven clenching it firmly. The first few strokes were long gentle thrusts, with Sugar kissing and licking my neck and shoulders, until her hips began to match my thrusts. "Oh yes. That's it. Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard." I needed no further encouragement. Thrusting harder into Sugars warm inviting pussy. Sugars breathing became laboured her breaths tickling my skin with every thrust. The bow, which had been holding her hair back becoming loose from her head rubbing against the pillows. I thrust faster with short stabbing thrusts before slowly pulling right out of her. Lingering for a second before pushing back in. Sugars nails dug into my back as she pushed her hips harder against mine. My balls slapping against her skin. "Oh, fuck me. I'm cumming." Sugar thrashed wildly beneath me. Panting. My cock throbbing painfully. Sugar nodded waiting for me to start fucking her again, my cock still clenched inside her. I pulled out of her sitting back on my hunches. Sugar looked confused; she knew I hadn't cum yet. "Turn over baby." I said with a devious little grin. Sugars eyes went wide an expectant smile forming on her lips. Turning slowly onto her stomach. I slapped her ass playfully enticing a small whimper from Sugar. "Get on all fours baby." Sugar wiggled her ass at me invitingly. My hands sliding over her pert cheeks slapping her right check for good measure, and getting another little whimper. My hands slid up her back gripping her hair lightly. Throwing her off balance at the same time forcing her to back up. My cock pressed against her ass, teasingly sliding up and down between her cheeks. My mouth was millimetres from Sugars ear. I ran my fingertip down her spine, a shiver trailing just behind it like the tail of a comet. Her ass wagging sexily like a little obedient dog waiting for a treat. I pressed my cock harder against her ass.