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I Know You Want Me

By: the_lovebunny



I hear it in your voice. I see it in the way you look at me. You show it when you lick your lips after saying my name. As if the very mention of my existence should be caressed by your tongue. You wonder what I would feel like underneath you. You want to touch me, to smell my skin. It’s all possible. Close your eyes and picture me.

I’m behind you. You hear footsteps and instantly know it’s me. You turn to see my smile of recognition. As usual, I’m happy to see you. I lace my fingers with yours as I move into you. You wrap your arms around me, trapping my hands behind my back. You lean in towards me. Slowly, hesitantly with a question in your eyes. I part my lips and tilt my head, granting permission. 

The kiss is gentle and explorative. You test the waters. I open my mouth wider to give our tongues more room to play. You release my hands to stroke my ass. My hands frame your face as we move closer still. You can smell my perfume. It’s exotic, floral, and just what you expected. The kiss deepens as your hands roam over my body, committing the feel of my shape to memory. Your mouth moves to my neck, your hand on the back of my head, as you taste my warm skin.

You back me up against the wall. You wrap both of my wrists in your strong hand and raise my arms above my head, holding me in place. Your other hand undoes a button on my blouse. You slowly trail a finger against the skin you’ve exposed. You explore my collarbone, tracing the curve underneath my blouse towards my shoulder. 

You undo another button. The tops of my breasts are visible. You can see the sheerness of my bra… the shadow of cleavage in the cleft between my breasts.

Another button. You see my nipples harden, straining against the bra’s fabric. You trace the dark areolas with your fingertip.

Another button. The full, round shape of my breasts are visible. You cup them, one by one, cataloguing the sensation. 

Another button. A very light trail of hair starts above my belly button. You tickle this spot with fluttering fingers. 

The last button. The trail of hair continues into the waistband of my jeans. You trace this rim of cotton around my waist, dipping a finger and teasing the sensitive skin at the base of my spine. My hips push forward as you unsnap my pants. You release my hands and inhale slowly. You watch my hands fall to my sides, waiting on my reaction to freedom and my state of undress.

My hands encircle your neck as I take a step apart. You breathe an almost inaudible sigh of relief. You grab handfuls of my pants. Pulling, you lower yourself with them. You put your face in my crotch. You hadn’t expected my pussy to smell so sweet. I look down to watch you linger there, your nose at the v of my damp slit. Your eyes are closed as you press your face into the sheer fabric of my panties and breathe deeply. 

I place my hands on your shoulders as you remove my shoes, jeans, and panties. You rise slowly, running your hands up the length of my heated physique. Your hands reach my bra and stop abruptly as if assaulted by the thin material. You quickly undo the clasp and pull it from my arms. You take a step back and wonder at the notion of having me gloriously naked in front of you. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of my nakedness. I boldly meet your gaze as we stare into each other’s eyes. Your eyes travel over my skin, caressing me as if it were a touch. You have a knowing smile on your face. You step in, outlining my face with your hands. You kiss me, thoroughly, completely ……weakening my knees. My breath catches in my chest. This passion is the most intense I’ve ever known. 

Your tongue probes every corner of my moth. Our tongue’s frenzied dance quickens my pulse. You release me to look deeply into my eyes. I see another question there. I whisper, “Yes,” in response.

You move me to the bed arranging me on my side. I hear you remove your clothes and then you are with me, spooned against my backside. Your hands begin a gentle journey of my body. Starting at the curve of my breast, sliding slowly over my ribcage, moving down into the indentation of my waist, back up over the curve of my hip, over my thigh and behind my leg up to where my ass and thigh meet. You play with the rounded shelf my full ass displays. 

You lift my leg and place it behind me, over your hip. You reach around to find my moist center. You insert a finger and move in light circles, enjoying the sounds my wet pussy is making. The head of your hard dick presses against my dripping hole. She’s ready for you. In one fluid motion, you bury yourself deep inside me. Filling me. I can feel your pubic hair on my ass and I revel in the thought that I have all of your wonderful manhood inside me. My muscles contract to hold you firmly in place. You begin to slide out unhurriedly. You enter me again at a leisurely pace. This feeling is bliss. 

I concentrate on my muscles, keeping my pussy tight, enveloping you. You plant yourself deep inside and rotate your hips, furthering your penetration. Your hands move to my breasts. The nipples are tight and hard. A soft moan escapes my lips. This slow, smooth love is what you knew I’d like. My moans deepen and become louder. Your pace quickens as you bite and suck on my back and neck. I can feel the heat of the bruises as you leave your mark on my flesh.

Your fingers and mine tangle together above our heads. With your free hand, you pinch my nipple and squeeze it roughly. I cry out in pain/pleasure, unsure where one ends and the other begins. I am pushing my ass against you, silently begging for release. You finally release my nipple and reach down to touch my clit. I gasp and that fuels your fire. You trace your finger along the lips of my sex feeling the way your dick is stretching my pussy open. Just for you. You increase the tempo of your hips, slapping yourself against me. You place your hand firmly on my hairless mound to ensure the deepest excavation possible. 

My moans are increasing in volume and frequency. You can tell from the sounds I am making that I will cum soon. You finger my clit and my head moves back into your shoulder. I climax, squeezing your hand and gripping the sheets. I yell your name, over and over again as an intense white-hot heat surges through me. You continue ravaging my pussy with your dick and hand until I feel your body begin to spasm. Your face is in my hair, breathing in my scent. You growl deep in your chest. The sounds you are making and your fingers bring me to another orgasm. It starts at my sensitive clit, underneath your fingertips and radiates outward, rippling through every nerve. I can feel spurts of your hot cum filling my sacred space. You whisper my name as your body stills. I can hear a smile in your voice. We are silent as the power of what happened consumes us. I don’t want to break the silence, but I feel compelled to tell you what has been true from the first time you smiled at me………

“I belong to you.”

You let the revelation sink in, glowing in it’s magnitude.

Never doubt, what we shared was real. You can have me anytime, anyplace. Just close your eyes and picture me.

I Know You Want Me



My mother’s parents divorced when she was very young, then later they both remarried. Their new partners each had children from previous marriages and both new couples had children with each other. As a result, my mother has lots of step-brothers and step-sisters, and she also has half-brothers half-sisters and one full brother. One of these half-sisters was born just two months after I was and, since my grandmother lived very close to us, we grew up together. There was also another sister and brother, both younger than us and I have some of my own. Aunt Trisha and I weren’t like brother and sister, nor like aunt and nephew; we were more like the children of close friends. We would often play together during the day and once or twice a week I would be left at my grandmother’s house or Trisha would be left at our house. Back then, almost fifty years ago, it was not unusual for us to sleep in the same bed. We were, after all, infants and then toddlers, so there was no real harm in it. I can remember being aware of how cute she was though, at a very early age. I mean, like three years old.

There was one night when I messed things up. We were five when I just couldn’t resist kissing her. Of course it was nothing like a kiss that teenagers and adults might share, and I didn’t see any harm it. But to my mother and grandmother, when they learned of it in the morning (Trisha had told my mom about it with a little-girl giggle in her voice), it was like an alarm had sounded. There was no more sharing the same bed and almost no overnight visits at all. I sat through a long-winded lecture from both of them and I know that Trisha did too. We also became the family joke for years to come. I didn’t understand and I still don’t, really. If they had not made such a big production out of it then the whole thing would probably have passed out of my system in a short time and been forgotten. The result of their actions though, was that Trisha became the Forbidden Fruit and I never got past wondering what it was that they didn’t want us to find out.

So I was naturally determined to find out the big secret, but it became difficult to explore such things. They must have frightened Trisha because she wouldn't let me kiss her again, and later her family moved several counties away because my grandmother’s husband had inherited a farm. We only saw them a few times each year for a day or two at a time, when they visited us or we visited them. Still, whenever we were together, Trisha and I would be as close as if no time had passed at all. We would be the best of friends, catch each other up on the news, introduce each other to our friends and so on.

Trisha had a life with a lot of heartache in it. Her parents had both been older when she was born and they died while she was still young. She went to live with her grandparents, my great-grandparents, along with her sister and brother. Of course, they were older still and didn’t live long either. After that, the three of them got passed from one family member to another several times. No one in the family was wealthy and, when it got be too much of a financial burden for a half-sister, for example, one or two of them, or all three would be sent to live with a step-brother. In time she came to live with my family. We got to be close again as teenagers because of this, often going out on double dates together or just hanging out.

The last summer that I was home was a very good one for us and it was the year we both turned eighteen. I’d been working for a while, had bought a car from my dad when he bought a new one, and had no other expenses. We would sometimes get our friends together and go out to a show or a ball game or something, then ride around for hours together after I had dropped everyone else off at their homes. Sometimes we would ride all night, just me and her. We would talk about all sorts of things from idle chit-chat to serious things. We talked about our girlfriends and boyfriends, what we wanted to do with our lives, what great catastrophes (to us, with our teenaged eyes) we were facing at a given time and on and on. Toward the end of the summer I began to talk about having my own home and how much I was going to enjoy being in charge of my own life, instead of having to abide by my parents rules.

All this time I still had that crush on Aunt Trisha, but the lesson had been learned. I was not about to do anything overt and have my parents pass her on to some other relative. I just enjoyed what I could of her while she was so near. While she had been cute as a little girl, she had turned into a gorgeous young woman. She was kind of small, maybe five-foot-four or five, with a nice set of curves about her. She had blue eyes and her hair was long, down to the small of her back. It had been fully blonde when she was growing up, but had darkened until it was almost brown. Still, it had a sheen to it that would hint at its history if you knew to look for it. She had taken after her mother, as mine did, in that she was a big-breasted girl. She had begun to develop when she was about twelve and by the time she came to live with us she was already too big for the c-cup bras she had brought with her. I’m not just saying that for the sake of the story. I’ve had women both large-breasted and small, and I’ve enjoyed them either way. This just happens to be the way Aunt Trisha was built. She had short legs by some standards, but they were well-formed and looked good with the short skirts and short-shorts she wore all the time. She often wore cut off t-shirts that showed her belly or formfitting sleeveless sweater-shirts. To any man she was quite an eyeful, but to a teenaged boy with raging hormones she was almost impossible to resist. I remember being jealous of all her boyfriends and many times I shot my load, either with whatever girlfriend I had at the time or alone in my room, with visions of Aunt Trisha flashing through my mind. To reach for her would have been to lose her and I knew it, so I kept myself in check somehow.

The day came when I did move out. My parents helped me locate a place to live, helped me fill my pantry the first time and found enough cast-off furniture, dishes and such to fill it. This wasn’t hard in such a large family. I moved in and immediately began to miss what I had left behind. Not just Aunt Trisha, but the whole family. After a few days though I got over the homesickness and settled in to my new adult life. I had friends over after work and visited friends and family myself from time to time. It was a very small house in a run down neighborhood, but it was my first home and I was proud of it, even if it was somewhat lonely now and then.

About two weeks after I had been living there Trisha was over to visit on one of those nights when the place was full of friends. She had been there several times already, but this time she stayed later. In fact, she made sure that she was the last one there. As each person would go, he or she would offer to give Trisha a ride home and she would say to each one that she was going to stay a while longer. Eventually, we were alone together and we talked as we had always talked. 

Finally, she caught me off-guard when she asked me, “Can I stay here a while?” 

I told her she could stay as late as she wanted to.

Then she said, “That’s not what I mean. Can I stay here a while?” She went on to explain that she was tired of living at my parents’ house and that she had a job lined up, but that it would take some time before she felt secure enough to get her own place. 

I didn’t take long to think about it before I told her that, of course, she could stay with me a while. I told her that there was only one bedroom, but she could sleep on the couch if she wanted to. Old habits die hard. I didn’t want to come right out and say what was really on my mind at the time. I was afraid that she might not like it and choose to go somewhere else instead. She could have had her pick of all the guys in the neighborhood. She agreed and early the next day we went and got her things.

That day she spent finding places to put all of her stuff and learning where everything was while I was at work. When I got home I found that she had cleaned, something I had only half done since moving in, and she had put together a real supper for us. That night I didn’t invite anyone over to visit because I thought she would be too tired to enjoy a lot of loud company, so we sat on the couch watching TV and talking about things. Over the next few days it was a mixed bag; sometimes we had friends over and sometimes not. On the nights when we were alone we’d be on the couch watching TV and talking and, each time, we would find ourselves sitting a little closer together. For my part, I knew what I was doing. I was testing the waters, trying to see how close I could get inside her space before she told me to back off. She never did, and if I had been paying better attention, I would have noticed that she was playing that game too. Finally, one night we were sitting side by side and, once again, it was Trisha who spoke up and caught me by surprise.

I’d finally gotten enough courage to reach down between us and take her hand in mine. I thought it was an innocent enough gesture that she wouldn't have to slam me too hard if she thought I had stepped over the line. She just stared straight ahead for a few minutes, neither pulling away nor acknowledging what I had done. Then she turned her head to face me and, looking me in the eye she said, “I know you want me. You have for a long time, haven’t you?” 

For a moment my heart stopped. What if I tell her and she leaves? What if I don’t tell her and miss whatever small chance there is? Finally I nodded and said, “Yes. I’ve wanted you all my life. You couldn’t possibly know how much I want you and how many times I’ve thought about you and fantasized about you and dreamed about you.” Then I held my breath waiting for her reaction. 

I didn’t have to wait long before she said simply, “Me too.”

After that it all came flooding out, from both sides. She had felt the way I had all those years, but she too had been afraid that if she let on then we would be separated again, as we had been when we were children. She told me how she had been really nervous when she had asked to stay with me, afraid that I wouldn’t let her, afraid that I didn’t want her that way, afraid of a hundred things just like I was. Then it was like a revelation that came to me. On those double dates she had always sat in the back on the side away from me so that, if I should turn she would be able to see my face. If we were out with several friends she made sure to be the one sitting next to me. I knew that I was glad on the few occasions when my upper arm had brushed against her breast in close quarters, but I hadn’t thought that she had engineered it to make it happen. As we talked I saw that there had been a thousand times when a seemingly innocent occurrence that had given me a thrill had really been planned by her because she secretly wanted me as much as I had wanted her. And it had finally taken something as simple as my holding her hand to tell her what she needed to know.

By this time, we weren’t holding hands any more; we were hugging each other close and whispering in each other’s ears. At some point we kissed. This time it wasn’t the kiss of two kids who didn’t know what it meant; it was the kiss of two adults who knew exactly what they wanted and what they were doing. We kissed again, over and over, long and deeply, and I could feel my heart beating faster as the heat started to rise within me. And as we kissed we began to explore each other with our hands, learning what we had each become. At first it was just rubbing over our clothing, but soon we began to remove those restrictions and after a while we were skin to skin. For the first time ever, I saw those big breasts and felt them under my hands. I tasted them and wondered at her oversized nipples. They were the lightest shade of pink at the centers and faded outward towards the edges and blended into the color of the rest of her breast, until I couldn’t be sure where the edge really was. They were heavy and it took both my hands to encircle one of them. She moaned and pulled me into her as I sucked on one, then the other for a long time. I marveled at the way her nipples stood up, as big as the end of my pinky, and they were hard on my tongue. I would press in with my tongue and they would poke back out at me when I released them. Even at that age I’d had more than my share of girlfriends, but none of them had ever stacked up to my image of Aunt Trisha, and the reality was so much better than I had ever imagined.

She hadn’t been idle while I sucked on her nipples. She had been holding my head with one hand while the other roamed my body. My cock was hard with that first kiss and she found it early on, wrapping her soft hand around it and pulling on it, making it swell even more. Now and then she would run that hand up my chest or down my back, but always it returned to grasp my hardness or softly stroke my balls. At one point I even felt her poke the end of her finger into my ass. A very strange sensation for me at the time, but not entirely unpleasant either. I was doing much the same to her as well. Feeling all those curves of hers was such a thrill for me after wanting her all that time. After a while (Ten minutes? An hour? I don’t know.) I laid her back until she was fully spread out in front of me and took it all in. I called her beautiful, and it was true. Her body was without blemish, the skin soft and smooth and pale, not an ounce extra anywhere and the look in her eyes was reflecting the feelings I had in my chest; Love and lust, want and need, surrender and conquest all rolled into one.

I won’t claim that we were all that sophisticated, but I did know enough to settle between her legs and drink from the well of her passion, even if I didn’t know to say it that way back then. I licked at her honey pie and dipped my tongue inside her, I sucked on her lips and pulled hair from between my teeth. This was thirty years ago, before it was the norm for women to shave there, but that didn’t matter to me. The only thing that mattered was that I could tell she liked it. She would pull me into her one minute and try to push me away the next while I clung to her for all I was worth, driving my tongue deeper and deeper. In a short time she was like a wild animal, thrashing and clawing, trying to get away without letting go of me. The effect it had on me was beyond anything I had experienced up to that time and for a long time after. My cock was so hard that I thought it would burst and I couldn’t help but rub it against the couch beneath me in imitation of the fucking I hoped to be doing soon. I didn’t stop licking and sucking at her pussy until my jaws got too tired to go on, then I licked a line up her belly and her chest until we were face to face with our arms around each other.

We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, then kissed again, breathing each other in for a long time. While we kissed I fumbled around trying to find the right spot. Not willing to let go of her with one arm to help me in my quest, I pushed my hips forward and poked and prodded until I felt the head of my dick lodge within her. When I found it we were locked in our embrace and our kiss and I was looking at her closed eyelids. Her eyes sprang open and looked into mine and I thrust myself into her as deeply as I could. If I live a hundred years I don’t think I could describe what I saw in her eyes at that moment. The best that I can do is to say that I saw every emotion I could imagine and a few that I didn’t recognize as I sank into her. I often wonder what she was thinking and feeling at the time, and what she might have seen in my own eyes. I know it was enough to stop me where I was for a minute or more while I did nothing but hold her and look into those blue eyes of hers. Ever since that night I’ve made sure to look into a woman’s eyes while I first sink my cock into her. It always gives me a thrill.

Now, I don’t expect you to believe that I'm anything special. On a good day I might have six inches, but it’s long enough to please me, and a girl who knows what she’s about can take it all in her mouth. As I pushed again though, I felt like I was twice that length, and she held onto me tighter and moaned, “Oh, oh, oh…”, while I went deeper with each little push. Finally I was all the way inside her. The cushion that formed between us by our hair was mashed as flat as it could be, and I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock and releasing it over and over. Her legs came up and wrapped around me as I began to rock back and forth. I could feel her breasts rolling under me as well, two firm pillows of flesh between us, and her nipples poking into my chest. I heard her moans become little exclamations as my pounding forced the air out of her lungs with each driving thrust into her hot, wet quim. I let go with one arm so I could reach down and squeeze her breast, then lower to grab her ass and feel the lips of her pussy where my shaft was sliding in and out. I could feel her juices running down her ass and I pressed against her pucker with the tip of one finger. I pushed it inside and she let out a deep, lingering “Ahhhh”, so I pushed it in and out in time with our fucking.

I kept this up for a long time, and then I wanted to see more. I pushed myself up on both hands and looked at her lying beneath me. I watched as she lay there, gulping air between thrusts, her tits dancing on her chest with the nipples swinging and swaying and making circles from the pounding down below. I saw her flat belly rise and fall while she worked her pussy against me and I saw the lips of her cunt stretched around my shaft where I was sliding in and out of her. I reached down and rubbed her clit with one finger and it was like she’d had an electric shock. Her pelvis shuddered and she sucked in her breath through clenched teeth and her eyes took on an animal-like quality. She put her feet down beside me and, using them for leverage, she began to push up against me, countering me thrust for thrust, while her hands grabbed onto my hips and pulled in time to our fucking until we were slamming together. I ran my middle finger around our union to collect the juices there. Then I held it up for her to see and pushed it into her mouth. She sucked it in, looking into my eyes and I felt her convulse beneath me. She had lost control of herself and was bucking beneath me and bit down hard on my finger. I kept fucking, ignoring the pain, lost in the feeling of ramming my cock into her over and over again while she went crazy.

I slowed only a little as she settled down and when I could recognize her again I slowed even more and finally stopped, just holding her for a while. You’ll notice I didn’t say that I had come yet. This has been my gift throughout life. I may not be big, but I can go a long time. I don’t believe in “Wham! Bam! Thank you ma’am”. I believe in an hour or more of foreplay followed by an hour or more of the old in-and-out. Anything less and I feel like I haven’t done my job to the best of my ability.

I waited until Trisha had caught her breath and then I began to saw again. She just looked at me at first, and then she began to move with me. This time I was slow and deliberate. I supported myself on my elbows and we kissed as we fucked. I don’t know how long this went on before I felt the pressure building within me, but it was a long time. When it finally hit, I couldn’t hold back for anything. 

I felt my body jerk and I could hear someone shouting, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” 

And someone else said, from far away, “Yes, baby! Do it for me. Do it for Aunt Trisha. Fuck me good. Give me your come, baby.” I heard those words and those kinds of words going on for what seemed an eternity and my body wasn’t my own.




I Know You Want Me



I see you looking at me a lot at work today. I got dressed up for you, in my tight black skirt and thin, see-through white blouse. I've been working out a lot lately, and want to show it off.

Okay, I'll be honest, what I really want is to drive you crazy.

We've had a couple of drunken conversations online; you told me you find me sexy. You said you like my long, thick blond hair, and the way I do my makeup; smoky black eye shadow and glossy lips. You told me I have the sexiest body you've ever seen. I'm little, but with big tits and a toned, round ass. My legs, too, you spent a paragraph describing them. Tanned but not too tanned. Just the right amount of muscle tone. You notice everything about me, and it makes me think I must occupy your mind pretty often.

But the next day you usually say (sober) that you really don't want an office romance, that it would make things awkward at work, and you brush aside any of my attempts to get us together in person.

I try to convince you that 'romance' is not what I'm looking for. That all I really want is to ride your dick, and I don't care if there's no commitment. That love is a serious thing to me, and I doubt we'd even have enough of a connection to fall in love. But you mustn't believe me; you tell me that sex always means something with women, that you'd rather not take the risk.

It makes me want to grab you and shake you. I know I could please you if I was allowed. And I know you crave me. Every time you get drunk, you start to talk dirty to me online. Last time, you told me that I make you harder than anyone else has, ever. So I know you want me bad.

I see that hard, serious look in your eye when I walk into the office today; I know that I look like a porn dream to you. Which is exactly what I want.

Little do I know I'm about to get more than I bargained for.

It happens right after lunch. We both get called to a meeting on the fourth floor. It's just us in the room so far, and my stomach drops with disappointment as you take a seat all the way down the other end of the long table. We have a few minutes of awkward small talk before you think to check your email, and we realise our blunder: this meeting was rescheduled half an hour ago. No one else is coming. I get up and move to leave, when you clear your throat.

"You know," You say softly, running your eyes down my body slowly, making me feel naked. "I can see on the online register that no one else in the building has this room booked for now. There'll be nobody in here for the next hour and a half."

You and I have both been here a while, and are both aware that board rooms are the only places in this office without cameras. And, even better: upon entry, the door is security locked. We have the place entirely to ourselves.

"How interesting," I say slowly, daring to hope. "So...what do you propose we do with this free time?"

Even though you grin at me, your eyes still have that hard look. "How about you get over here and show me what a little slut you are?"

I exhale sharply. During our chats online, I'd confessed to you how much I liked being talked dirty to and commanded in the bedroom, and you'd made clear your equal enthusiasm for this little kink. I feel my panties get wet at you talking to me like this, straight off the bat.

I walk over to you, swaying my hips seductively, until I'm right in front of you. 

"That outfit," You moan, running your eyes over the outline of my low-cut white bra through the thin material stretched across my chest, "God, you look so sexy..."

You reach for my big tits and squeeze. I straddle you, sit on your lap and spread my legs wide, making my tight skirt ride up indecently. You look at me in wonder as I kiss you, slowly and sweetly at first, until l start to lick at you with my tongue, opening my mouth wider. I slip my finger against your lip, and in your mouth, and watch you look at me in surprise. I fuck your mouth with it a little, until I take my finger out and put it in my mouth, starting to suck. Looking you in the eye the whole time. 

As you groan and start to reach for me, I whirl off you, and get up on the board room table. On all fours. I turn facing away from you and arch my back, so my tight skirt rides up and you can see my white, lacy thong. I turn my head, looking back at you, and raise an eyebrow suggestively.

That's all you need to get up off your seat, and grip both sides of my ass like its a life raft. You slowly roll down my thong and moan as you see my little asshole and pussy exposed. I flex my asshole so it winks at you, and you growl with lust.

You peel my panties down, over my legs until they're off, and then launch yourself at my ass. You lick all the way up from my clit to my asshole, and it feels so fucking good. You lap your tongue at my pussy, making me gasp as you work your tongue on my clit, until you start licking my asshole again. I rub my clit in slow circles with my finger, enjoying the naughty feeling of your tongue at my tight ass.

Suddenly, your hands grip me tighter and you manage to flip me around, so I'm lying on my back. You flash me a devilish grin as you start unbuttoning your shirt before me. I observe in silent approval as each button reveals another inch of lightly tanned, toned flesh. You pull the shirt off entirely, and my mouth hangs open...you have one of the sexiest bodies I've ever seen. I'm not even usually one for muscles, but your arms are perfect and powerful, and your six pack and pecs are works of art.

As you begin to unbutton your pants, I pull myself to the edge of the table and lower myself down. You grin down and chuckle as you realise I'm now on my knees in front of you...with my mouth wide open.

"Ooh," You say, looking me dead in the eye as you step out of your briefs and kick them aside, "Is someone hungry for my cock?"

"Yes, sir," I say, holding your stare and smiling coquettishly, "Can I please have your cock in my wet little mouth?"

You groan as you grab the back of my head and guide my lips to your cock. I like the firm, yet gentle feel as you direct me. I kiss your cock on the head, and start to lick at your shaft - quick, little licks, but wet and filled with promise. 

"Mmm yeah, lick my cock, you little slut," You say, grinning. I want to make sure you know I like this, so I suddenly take your whole cock into my mouth, and start to suck it up and down. 

"Mmm," I moan, my mouth filled with your cock meat. I pull my lips over my teeth as I suck, so you feel nothing but my soft, smooth, wet mouth against your dick. You close your eyes and moan, looking ecstatically lost. I quicken the pace and start to stroke at your balls. 

When my mouth gets tired, I take a break, going back to just licking your cock. But after a minute of this, suddenly, you shove your whole cock down my throat, and I really have to work hard to suppress my gag reflex. You hear me choke and look down at me, my eyes starting to water, your big cock stretching my lips apart, me looking pathetic. You gaze at me affectionately, and reach down to me. I think you are about to take pity on me, but instead you grasp my throat with a careful, gentle pressure.

"Aww, you choking on that dick?" You ask, almost sweetly. "My poor little slut! Can't take all that dick! Let's see if we can train that tight little throat to open up some more for me. You know my cock needs all your little holes wet and ready to take it, right? You know your man needs that?"

I nod, my mouth full of your cock. I resolve to try harder this time, and swallow all the spit and precum in my mouth. You rub my neck as I swallow, then take your hand away. 

"Yes sir," I say, taking your cock out of my mouth to speak, "I'll try harder this time..."

"Did I say you could take my cock out of your mouth?" You snarl, shoving your cock back in my mouth til it hits the back of my throat, "Did I, you little bitch?"

My eyes are watering, and I'm using most of my concentration to keep my throat opened and not gag on your dick. I slowly manage to look up at you and shake my head.

You pump your dick into my throat and lightly slap my face, looking down at me. "That's right, baby," You say, grabbing my cheek and stretching it out, "I'm glad you're trying harder this time. I'm in charge of your little mouth now, my little whore. Take that dick...you're getting so good at taking that dick."

Spurred on by your words, I get into a rhythm and figure out to swallow every time your cock hits the back of my throat. I'm deep throating you now. It starts to feel good, and you moan as you really start to smoothly fuck my throat.

Then you grab me by the neck again, and it's an extra challenge trying to keep going with your hand pushing harder and harder. I'm choking and spluttering, but all that matters right now is that I keep my mouth as your fuckhole...

After a couple minutes of this, my eye makeup running and spit starting to trickle out the sides of my mouth, you pull out with a start. "I gotta stop," You pant. "I'm getting too close." 

As you pull away to catch your breath, I remain squatting in the same position on the floor, knowing I'm yours to command. My naked ass is nearly touching the carpet, and my legs are open, showing you my glistening wet pussy. I wipe my mouth with my hands and swallow. You look at me with approval and smile. 

"Good to see you're waiting for instruction," You smirk, "Now, we really just made you into a little mouth-slut. Didn't that feel good in the end? Aren't I always right?"

"Yes, sir, you are," I gasp, starting to spread my pussy lips and play with my wet cunt as I look up at you. "That felt so good, I loved having my throat stretched like that. You were so right. You know exactly what I need."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you need," You groan, as you watch me play with myself, "God, you're such a hot little slut. Now, get on your hands and knees and face away from me. It's time you took more of this cock."

I wriggle into that position for you, my legs spread wide. You get on your knees and unceremoniously spit on my asshole. I gasp as you expertly touch your index finger to my hole, catching all your spit and pumping it into my ass. You do this again and add another finger, prying my little asshole apart wider as it gets wetter and starts to stretch out. I arch my back and stick my ass out higher for you. 

"Oh, you're loving this," You grin, "Such a greedy little anal slut. Okay, I think I've stretched it open enough for me to fuck. I'm gonna fuck your ass now, okay baby?"

I whimper; the way you affectionate and insulting pet names is making my pussy throb. I answer the only answer I'm allowed. "Yes," I whisper, "But be gentle at first, okay?"

"Of course," You say in a soothing voice. "I'd never hurt my little slut..."

You push my head and chest down to the floor, my face to the side, and my ass in the air. You position your cock at my asshole, and gently push it against my wet, stretched hole. I push my tight asshole out to let you in. Just as my ass accepts the head of your cock, you take the hand you used to finger fuck me and press your palm against my lips. I groan in equal parts disgust and lust as you trace your index finger along my mouth, prying it open until you're fucking my mouth with it. 

"Yeah, you're such a dirty little girl," You moan, as you push more of your cock into my ass and your finger into my mouth. "Tasting your own ass...Oh my god, I'm watching your slutty little fucking asshole get stretched around my cock...this is too good..."

I cry out, imagining the view, as I feel you get deeper inside me, and the finger you used to pry open my ass circles my tongue. You force three of your fingers into my mouth, and start to pump my ass hard, earlier than I was expecting. I gasp and arch my back, rubbing my clit in fast circles, trying to get used to the feeling of your big hard cock stretching my asshole open so wide.

Your whole cock is inside me now. I gasp at the feeling of your cock in my ass so deep; every time you stretch me, my body screams in equal parts pain and pleasure. As I relax, it starts to feel really good. You pump me hard as I rub at my pussy, playing with my clit.

"You little ass slut," You groan, grabbing my face and turning me so I'm looking into your eyes, "How does it feel, being my good little whore? Knowing I own your ass now?"

"It feels so good, sir," I gasp, "My ass belongs to you..."

I clutch the carpet as you slam harder and harder into me. When you shove your fingers deep onto my throat, making me gag, I feel like I'm on fire and I know I'm getting close. 

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," I say between breaths.

"You little whore," You pant, fucking my throat with your fingers, "Let's come together..."

As your cock slams deep into my asshole, I let go and allow the waves to crash over me, just as I feel you shudder and your warm cum flood the inside of my ass. 

You clutch at my hips for a moment, then withdraw your cock from me. As you get up, I quickly reach for my panties and put them back on. I can feel your cum trickle out of my ass onto the thin white string, so I pull my pantyhose and skirt back on. Under the layers, I can still feel your cum wet against me. I pull my bra and blouse back on.

"That was amazing," You say fondly, as you button your shirt up and give me short, sweet kiss. "I had no idea what a good slut you were. I can't wait for next time..." You shake your head at me and grin.

Next time. I'm so happy I've pleased you enough to earn a next time. As you head towards the door, you turn around and wink at me. 

"Send me a message tonight and tell me how much you enjoyed the rest of your day at work...with my cum all over your ass. You're the best little whore ever." 

And, whistling, you exit the room.