4 comments/ 39726 views/ 16 favorites All of Me By: HarperBliss Sex with Laila was always dirty, but when she whispered in my ear mid-fuck that she'd be wanting my ass next, my pussy clutched itself around her hand so hard I expected her knuckles to come out bruised. I rode out my climax, my fingers lost in her raven-black hair as colours collided in my brain, my muscles flexing to the rhythm of her last strokes inside of me. Then she surprised me again by turning me over on my stomach, my backside bare and, seemingly, all hers. I'd gathered she meant next time she fucked me. I just hadn't presumed that to happen so quickly. Laila was in charge in the bedroom and in the kitchen, the two rooms of our flat where I was merely required to serve, to not take any initiative. I was a sous-chef at best in both places, but my pleasure always came first. I was well-fed and satisfied, living on a diet of expertly spiced dishes and my girlfriend's delicious golden-brown fingers buried in my cunt at regular intervals. So far, she'd only teasingly ventured in the direction of my ass. She covered my naked body with hers, her soft flesh moulding into mine. "Your ass is mine tonight," she hissed into my ear, while spreading my legs with her knee. I wondered what she meant with 'mine'. Would she just lick it, finger it maybe, or rely on other objects? Or all of that combined? I knew better than to ask. In the bedroom, Laila did all the talking. When she pushed herself away from my ear, her taut nipples grazed the skin of my back. They swirled patterns along my spine until they reached my ass cheeks. As Laila guided one nipple along my crack, and despite the slamming orgasm she'd just delivered, I felt myself go moist again. This was more than sex. This was breaking boundaries. I gasped as she parted my cheeks and allowed her nipple to explore a little further. I imagined how the caramel of her skin—and the dark chocolate of her nipple—contrasted with the creamy whiteness of my behind. The gentle probing of her stiff bud was enough to make my asshole pucker with anticipation and, first time or not, to grant her unlimited access to the unchartered territory that my ass represented. Not that she would ever ask. Laila appropriated things. She took them because, within the dynamic of our sex life, they simply belonged to her. Our affair was not complicated. She fucked me and I came. Her long hair tickled my back and, regardless of not being able to see her, I could easily imagine the smirk edged around her mouth. I'd witnessed it enough, usually with a few of Laila's fingers sunk into me, to know its details by heart. Two fine lines bracketing her lips on the right as they curled up. Intensity burning in her eyes as she got off on my pleasure—and how I always, so easily, acquiesced. She slipped one hand between my legs, under my pelvis, and found my clit, still a little sensitive from the previous round. Her nipple gently probed my crack while she circled a finger around my clit. Once, twice, just enough to make it perk up and want more, before retreating and focusing on my back door again. Laila was an expert at driving me crazy and, thus, at making me want things I never even knew existed before I met her—like a fist in my cunt and metal clamps on my nipples. The room smelled of orgasms had and climaxes still to be bestowed. A heady perfume of anticipation blending with dirty delight. On the way back up from teasing my clit, she coated her finger with juices dripping from my cunt. She traced a line from my pussy to my asshole and replaced her nipple with a wet fingertip. After dark, I always felt as if all of me belonged to Laila, no exceptions. That she could do whatever she wanted. Possess me, cuff me, whip me. This sensation multiplied by a hundred when she circled the meaty part of her finger along my most delicate passage. If Laila would ever ask me to marry her, this would be how she'd do it. By claiming me as hers, completely. She entered slowly, letting my body adjust to the newness of what she was doing. My clit throbbed and my muscles tensed as the tip slipped in, invasive but welcome at the same time. I had no reference point for this, no prior experience to measure these sensations against. My asshole sucked at her finger as she pried deeper. I could hear her pant as she worked me with controlled excitement, which was pretty much the essence of Laila. Before going deeper, she pulled out and started the circular motion again, drawing perfect circles around my rim. Laila knew me so well, as if she could read my body. She knew I'd be wanting more soon. I always wanted more of her. This time, she pushed her finger in and out, just far enough to have me gasp for air every time she penetrated, stretching my asshole. No doubt preparing it for what was to come. "I knew you'd like this," she said, her voice dropping into that low register reserved for kinky activities. "You're all mine now, babe." As if I wasn't already. "Mine," she repeated, and widened me further by adding another finger. I yelped, unprepared for the filling sensation, the thickness of two fingers I could easily take in my cunt—four or a fist were most common— surprising me from the back. But I took it like the good girl she knew I was. Juices leaked from my pussy, bathing my clit in wetness. I wanted to reach out and rub it, to add to the pleasure I was experiencing from behind, but I was afraid to move. With two fingers, Laila had me pinned down, at her mercy beneath her. The only way she wanted me. She explored me further, twisting her fingers every time she stroked me inside. Bright white stars popped up on the back of my eye-lids as I buried my head into the pillow. Surely, I couldn't climax just by having her fingers in my ass. Either way, I was certain Laila wouldn't let me. She was nowhere near done with me. Stroking turned into thrusting while I felt her hair dance on my ass cheeks. I pictured the white globes of my butt being parted by her fingers, her brooding brown eyes staring down at me there. No one had ever seen me the way Laila had and I was fairly certain no one ever would. Her hair slipped down my hips as she lowered herself and planted a tender kiss at the top of my crack. It stood in stark contrast to the way she was handling my asshole, ravaging it with her fingers at an increasingly merciless pace. If my hands had been anywhere near my clit, it would have been more than enough to propel me into another star-shattering orgasm. She trailed a path of moist kisses along my butt cheek and, when reaching the top of its curve, bit into my flesh. Another shock ripped through my body, tightening my muscles and leaving me breathless. My pussy pulsed like crazy, roaring for attention, screaming for release. I panted into the pillow as she withdrew her fingers, leaving my ass wanting more. "On all fours," she commanded and sparks coursed through my blood as I exposed my pussy to the musky air of our bedroom. I settled on my hands and knees and, looking back through my arms, searched for her eyes. I found darkness, pure sexual desire mixed with the will to possess. To have and to give. She reached for the bedside table where we kept all our toys—her toys—and watched how, from beneath handcuffs and blindfolds, she unearthed a dildo. Not the biggest one she owned, but not the smallest one either. My throat went dry at the sight of it. Two fingers seemed nothing compared to the hot pink silicone cock she was about to negotiate into my virgin ass. Luckily, she grabbed a bottle of lube on her way back to my rear, on her way back to deflowering me once and for all. She squirted a generous amount of lube onto the toy, not caring that half of it spilled onto the sheets and her knees. I watched her bring the dildo to my ass and closed my eyes. I had no other option than to submit to darkness. She rubbed the cock along my crack, spreading the lube around. My muscles cramped when I felt the tip at my rim, not probing just yet, just familiarising itself, as if saying a polite hello before raiding me. I braced myself for impact, but, instead of easing it gently into my ass, Laila rammed it into my soaking wet pussy first, coaxing a loud cry from my throat. My cunt reacted instantly, clamping itself around the slick shaft of the toy, sucking it in. My clit stood to attention, but Laila was much too clever to attend to it. I wasn't at the edge yet, wasn't ready to beg for release. And she hadn't fucked my ass yet. She kept slamming the cock into me and I bucked down hard, my thigh muscles straining to catch as much of it as possible. When my groans betrayed my level of excitement, she retracted and dragged the tip up to my crack. I exhaled and tried to relax, my body trapped in a frenzy of lust and sweltering desire. I wanted it now. Wanted her to invade my ass. Wanted her to take all of me. She put a hot hand on my butt cheek while she positioned the dildo. It was warm and slick with my juices, ready to slip in. My asshole automatically widened at its touch, bidding it a warm welcome. The head disappeared inside me easily, my body parting for Laila, and I heard her gasp with wonder. She must have been soaking wet, her juices leaking onto the fancy silk sheets she brought back after her last visit to Morocco. The dildo filled me to the brim as she pushed it deeper. Never in my life had I felt so owned, so enslaved to one person, so at her will. As she started sliding the toy in and out of me with slow steady movements, my asshole relaxed, contracting and expanding around the girth of the dildo. A simmering fire stirred in my belly, setting off explosions in my blood. The stars on my eye-lids returned and this time they blazed brightly, absorbing me. My head spun through nothingness and everything as my body gave itself up to this new intrusion—as I surrendered. "Touch yourself," Laila groaned, her voice nothing more than tones of pure lust, syllables strung together by passion. Her command surprised me, but I guessed that, in subjecting me to her will in the way she was doing—a way she had never explored before but must have fantasised about a lot—she had amazed herself as well. I let myself slip onto my shoulders, pushing my ass up higher, and shifted my weight to one side. My fingers couldn't reach my engorged clit fast enough. My cunt flexed around nothing while I tended to the aching bud between my legs. Laila manoeuvred the dildo with more determination inside of me, out and in again, relentlessly driving me to new heights, taking more of me. I felt her free hand shake on my butt cheek as I trembled towards orgasm. Galaxies collapsed in the darkness in front of my eyes, giving way to torrents of colour. I saw the brightest pink, the same colour as the dildo Laila was fucking me with. I saw myself, willing, loving it, shattering into rainbows as heat catapulted through me. Feverishly, I worked my clit, rubbing it back and forth with my finger. The sensation of being filled to the brim, paired with the direct stimulation of my clit, was like bursting into heaven. "Come on, baby," Laila's hoarse voice moaned. "Come for me now." She knew I was waiting for her to let me. I always did. The muscles around my asshole started contracting of their own volition, pulsing electric sparks of pleasure through my bones. I found that perfect spot on my clit, the one that is always the most sensitive, and stroked myself to an obliterating climax. I came then, for Laila, filled with her love for me, and a hot pink dildo. Carefully, she withdrew the toy and, drained of everything, I collapsed onto the bed. My entire body throbbed and I knew, in that moment, there was nothing I wouldn't do for her—at least not in the two designated rooms of our house where she was the boss of me. She poured her hot body over me, covering my sweat-soaked back with her chest, her limbs caressing every bit of my skin they could touch. As much as I loved the climax, the purely physical bit, this part, the magical aftermath, was always the best. "I love you," she said, her voice back to normal. Her mouth was buried in my hair, her breath barely reaching my ear. I knew I didn't have to say it back. I'd just shown my love for her. Her nipples, rigid as marbles, poked into my shoulder muscles. "Next time," she continued. "I think I'll strap on." She slithered her body up my back until her lips found my ear. "I think you're ready for double penetration." She bit my ear lobe before relaxing her muscles, her body going soft on top of me. I could hardly wait. That was the first time my girlfriend claimed my ass and took all of me. I've yielded ever since. All of Me for You The glow of the streetlights invaded the darkness. Appreciative of the intrusion, he crept in to find her asleep, a bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table by the open window. Wednesday night. She didn't have to work tomorrow. It would be difficult to wake her. On the other hand, he'd spent the drive home imagining, remembering. Her mouth, her lips- moist and parted; the caresses of her breath as she whispered in his ear, "I want you in my mouth... Let me...," pleasure in her pauses, before sweetly stretching her "Please." Standing over her, he licked his lips. "Mmm." She lay on her side, one hand tucked under her face, the other above her head. She wore a black singlet, tight across the chest. The blanket was pulled up to her waist. She must have been cold, he thought, as his eyes came to rest on her swollen nipple, just beneath the edge of her singlet. He brushed his palm over it, firm to his touch, gratified by the goose bumps that spread over her chest. It might be difficult to wake her. As if of their own accord, his fingers reached under the singlet. He watched as they slid across, stopping to hold the weight of her breast momentarily, before rolling her nipple between his thumb and middle finger. He pulled the singlet down, exposing her chest. He drew circles around one nipple and leant in to lick the other, until finally taking it between his lips, barely touching it with the tip of his tongue. Gradually, he began to suck, and in doing so, became suddenly aware of his throbbing. "Fuck." He touched himself, surprised and impressed by his hardness. It might be easy not to wake her. Nothing like this had ever occurred to him before. He wondered about the morality off it, interfering with her as she slept, unaware, vulnerable, helpless. What would happen if she woke? He should wake her. He should stop. But he didn't stop. Instead he rolled her onto her back, adjusted the singlet, and undressed without taking his eyes off of her. Looking her over, he squeezed himself in one hand, tenderly brushing the hair from her face with the other. It would be easy not to wake her. "Mine." Whenever and however he wanted, she had said. Relishing every second, every breath, he pulled the blanket from her. "You must have known that I needed you, Princess?" She wore nothing but the singlet. Tightening and releasing his grip on himself, he bent to lick her nipples again, one after the other. Whenever and however he wanted? He raised her arms above her head and holding both wrists in one hand, as he traced knuckles of the other down her centre, over her naval, tickling the inside of her thighs as slipped between them. Whenever and however? Did that extend to this? She stirred. He froze. He wasn't sure why he feared waking her, his hand between her thighs, her hands locked above her head, the tip of his throbbing manhood level with her face. While she slept? He didn't move again until her breathing had fallen back into its peaceful rhythm. He didn't want to wake her. Listening to her breathe and watching her face, he held her in his hand for some time before gradually increasing the pressure of his middle finger until she'd opened for him. "Always ready, bad girl." Taking her little hand in his, he wrapped her fingers around his girth, helping to keep her grip, squeezing the pressure on then off. "You know what happens to bad girls, baby?" he asked, dragging his middle finger through her glistening, pleased at her body reacting to his touch. If there were a line, he was standing on it. One step further and there was no turning back. Telling himself to stop gave birth to a groan that stemmed from somewhere deep inside him, somewhere buried by generations of denial, somewhere primal, animalistic. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to. He took his finger from her wetness and brushed it over her lips, inhaling deeply as he pushed it between her lips then drew it over her tongue. "Fuck." Bending his head to her hips as he unwrapped her fingers from his throbbing, leading them to glide through her glistening folds. He moved his face closer with each stroke until he was close enough to lick her fingers. He took his time, gently guiding her fingers as he drew his mouth over her, the gaps between her fingers widened with each motion, increasing his tongues access to her softness. He was hungry for her. He wanted to drench himself in her, to swim inside her. He took her fingers into his mouth as he pushed her thighs apart. "Mmm." He kissed her swollen heat as he would have her lips. "Baby," breathing her in, he opened his mouth over her. Softly and slowly he lapped at her, up and down, alternating between the tip and the flat of his tongue. Her hips lifted towards his mouth and he closed it over her, looking at her face, not moving for fear that he'd woken her. She'd never react badly to waking to this. That wasn't his fear. It seemed that he'd developed a mental checklist and he was intent on marking it off before she roused. "Keep sleeping baby," he whispered into her as he pressed two fingers inside her, alternating between watching her face and his fingers as they delved into her depths, reaching for her core. He watched her face as he stroked her essence, and then, in spite of himself, without blinking, he pressed harder. She moaned and stirred. Reminding himself of his checklist, he reduced the pressure. "Even when you're sleeping," her shook his head. "Bad girl," at that he felt a familiar flutter around his fingers. He almost had to force himself to retreat. He mustn't wake her. He had more boxes to check, the line he'd not long crossed faded into a distant memory. Kneeling next to her face, he let his tip brush her cheek, lightly. "Mine," he told her, or himself, as he stroked her face with it while she slept. Inching closer to her mouth, he imagined letting himself go, right here, right above her face. He held his breath once he'd reached her lips, running himself over their softness, pressing slightly harder just to watch them yield. He almost couldn't stop himself, picturing it covering her mouth, running down her cheeks, imagining running his fingers through it all over her face. Close. So close that a bead of moisture had escaped and was just out of reach of her mouth. He changed his angle to rectify this, and exactly as he brought it to her lips, her tongue darted out from between them taking the drop back with it into her mouth. "Oh fuck." Never had an expulsion of breath sounded so loud. He wondered again about waking her. Would she be upset? Would she struggle? His thoughts danced around that momentarily. Her struggling; Him letting her struggle, at first; Him not, restraining her. Rolling her onto her side, he lay down behind her. She was so relaxed, her body obeying his command. He'd never moved her with such ease. Bending her at the waist, his hand firm on the back of her neck, he guided his stiffness to her entrance. He pushed so slowly that he had to wonder if he were even moving. Once he'd reached he centre, he curled himself around her, pushing her legs up with his own until together they resembled a wheel. One wheel. "Mmm, keep sleeping, sweetness." Again he took her wrists in his hand, this time bringing them behind her back, the other hand on her hip, steadying her as he moved within her. This wouldn't take long. It had been easy not to wake her. He rested his face in her hair, his mouth next to her ear, holding her wrists firmly, moving only his hips. "Don't move until I'm finished with you. I'm going to make you a good girl again," he whispered, articulating every syllable and pausing after each word. His grip tightening around her wrists as he thrust harder and faster, he shifted his weight, pushing her forward just enough that he no longer needed to steady her. Moving his hand to her chest, he flicked her nipples with his thumb and index finger, his other fingers pushing her breasts together. He was right. With her at his mercy like this, it didn't take long. He cried out at his final thrust, filling her with all of him, forgetting his devotion to not waking her. He held her close, his face still in her hair, and remained inside her. Absolutely spent, completely still as he regained his composure, absentmindedly flicking her nipples. He let go of her wrists, in favour of wrapping her up in his arms. He listened to the sound of her sleeping. Should he tell her? Would she know? Suddenly questions began swirling around in his head. Had he just ruined everything? Would she be angry? Would she ever forgive him? What would he say? That he fucked her while she slept? That he fantasised about blowing on her face? Chose not to wake her, decided he'd molest her instead? Oh, fuck. Regret and panic washed over him. He was angry at himself. How could he have done this to her? To them? What the fuck was he thinking? He held her tighter, silent apologies amidst requests for forgiveness. So busy inside his head he'd failed to notice the turn of her face towards him. He could not miss her tensing around his flaccidity. It made the fear rise in his throat. He was caught off guard by her fingers running through his hair. He wondered if she knew that she was cajoling him back to calm as she uttered the sweetest thing he'd ever heard, "Am I a good girl now, baby?" All (of me) You Can Eat We're in a beautiful hotel room with a big balcony looking out over a white sand beach. I'm about to give the sound of the waves crashing on the shore a run for their money ;) I order some champagne and a chocolate fondue from room service. I'm going to be your own personal buffet . First I take my finger and smear some chocolate on my lips... then come over to you and kiss you softly... your tongue circling my lips... I take a spoon and fill it with chocolate.. and drizzle it over my nipples... offering them to your waiting mouth... feeling you sucking and circling with your tongue... hungrily, insatiably... but I pull back. Now for some champagne. I lay back on the bed and pour champagne over my breasts...down to my belly... making a nice little pool. You lean over and drink from my body... licking and kissing me all over as you lap the champagne. Some more chocolate... I spoon some of the silky smooth chocolate onto my toes... you lick and suck them and it drives me wild. Next I take the spoon and coat my inner thighs... spreading my legs.. making room for you between them. You smell the sweet smell of my pussy mingling with the chocolate as you begin licking and caressing my inner thighs with your mouth. Then I reach for the champagne bottle... there's about ¼ left in the bottle. I raise up my hips... and insert the neck of the bottle into my wet swollen pussy. Then... I tip up the bottle and fill my pussy with champagne. I can feel the bubbles inside me... My breathing quickens as I reach for the fondue plate again. I take a strawberry... dip it in the chocolate.. then ever so carefully, I remove the bottle and insert the ripe sticky fruit. The chocolate is dripping down to my ass. As I motion to you to continue your feast... I raise my hips to your waiting mouth. I feel your lips engulf mine. Your tongue works all around my opening and down to my ass... licking up all the dripping chocolate. And then... I feel your lips lock on to mine as you begin to suck. The pressure from the fruit and the bubbles is building inside me.. making me SO excited. I feel you sucking the strawberry out of my tight wet hole. Then, just as it is about to come out.. you begin to nipple on it... prolonging my sweet agony as you eat it out of my one little bite at a time. Then, with a gush of champagne and my juices you take the final bite. You hungrily gulp down the champagne... tasting me... taking me inside you... you swallow and come back for more. Your hungry mouth pushes me open. Your tongue probing deeper and deeper inside me. I cum hard... filling your mouth again. You cover my body with yours and kiss me hard. My own juices flowing into my mouth as we kiss. With one hand, you caress my breast... massaging it... pinching my nipple... pulling it. I feel the fire raging from my nipple right down to my clit. Then you take both of them... and suck and pull on them. Back and forth and back and forth. My hips buck madly.. desperately trying to catch your cock which teases me... brushing my inner thighs... hot... and hard... Then finally, I feel you at the entrance to my soaking wet pussy... back and forth... brushing my clit. I moan and try to move down onto you but you are too strong and hold me back. You do not let up until I have cum again. I cum like the waves crashing on the shore outside our balcony window. Then, with a surge of power.. I mange to get out from under you and throw you down onto the bed. I have you straddles and pinned before you even know what hit you. I lean forward and smother you with my breasts. Then I sit back up and position your cock at my dripping opening. Its payback time... I insert just the head.. and circle my hips slowly.. round and round... now you are the one bucking your hips... But I pull back every time you try to thrust deeper into me. I pull all the way up and off your cock... "you want it? you want to fuck this pussy?" I tease... Making you beg for it... "mmmmmm... that's what I like to hear" I purr softly... Then I suddenly lower myself all the way down... impaling myself on your rock hard cock. I hold it there for a moment... Squeezing you tight. Then slowly start to slide up and down... squeezing with every stroke... sucking your cock with my pussy... grinding into you... trying to take you deeper and deeper. I reach around and take hold of your balls. My temp speeds as I massage and tug on your balls... fucking you faster and faster. You take hold of my hips and pull me back and forth... back and forth... with your cock pounding into me with each stroke. Harder and harder I ride you. My finger nails dig into your chest as you feel my pussy clamp down. I growl and scream as I feel you stiffen. I know that soon you will explode inside me... coating my walls with your cum. I throw my head back and waves of pleasure mingle with the crashing of the waves on the shore. I feel them breaking over me and I surrender to their greater power.