10 comments/ 41724 views/ 3 favorites The Argument By: christianhymen I can't even tell you what the argument was about now. Probably something rather trivial at this point, but needless to say we were both pretty worked up. In fact she got so pissed that she grabbed the keys and drove off. That would ordinarily be the end of it, but as it turned out (and as she normal does around the house) she was only wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties with little red hearts on them. And it was broad daylight. Now my wife, Toni, is about 25 and about 5' 2" and 110 pounds, with c-cup breasts and very nice legs. She has the tiniest ass, but very nice round hips. Needless to say, she looked very sexy as she headed towards the van. I thought at the time that I should have stopped her, but I figured hey we're in the country, what's the harm in letting her blow off a little steam. I didn't think that she'd be gone any longer than 15 minutes or so. Almost two hours later she returned. I thought after about an hour of going to look for her, but she had taken the car seats with her and there was really no way of telling where she might have gone. When I saw the van pull into the yard I walked out onto the front porch and simply leaned against the rail waiting for her to make the first move. Except looking through the window all I saw was her resting her head on the steering wheel not moving. Finally after about 10 minutes she slowly lifter up her head and made her way out the van, and oh what a sight. Her hair was entirely disheveled, her skin was red and blotchy in places, her body was drenched in sweat. Normally I wouldn't have thought anything of it, as we didn't have a/c in the van at the time and it wouldn't have been unusual for her to leave the window down in the Florida summer heat. Rather it was the sand on her legs that tipped me off that something was amiss. She walked the entire way from the van to the porch in silence with her head down. When she finally reached where I was standing, she threw her arms around my neck and started sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' I walked her into the living room, sat her on the couch and got her some water. After mumbling she was sorry for about five more minutes, I finally got her coherent enough to tell me what had happened. She said that when she left she was really upset and just needed to feel the wind on her face and listen to some good music really loud. After she drove down the road a bit she said a familiar song came on that reminded her of the times when her and her friend would go down to the springs to swim. Being only a short drive from there she decided to pay a visit to her old swimming grounds. Unfortunately, it was a few miles down a pretty deserted dirt road. About 2 miles away from the paved road she said she heard something hit the side of the van. She didn't think too much of it until about 100 feet later when she started hearing a flapping against the side of the van. Now my wife has never changed a tire in her life so when she got out of the van, she started to really breakdown. After opening the back of the van and realizing that she had no idea how to even lower the spare down, she decided that she would have to walk back to the main road to get help. After she had walked about a mile, she said she heard a noise behind her and turned so see a pickup coming up behind her. When the driver of the truck stopped to ask her if she was okay, she said that she still had tears coming streaming down her face. He asked her if that was her van back there, and she said yes. He told her to get in and he'd give her a ride to the van and change the tire for her. Not giving much thought to it, and desperately wanting to avoid walking miles back in no shoes, she decided to take him up on his offer. When she climbed up in the truck, however, she remembered about her lack of clothing. Figuring the t-shirt was long enough to just barely cover her ass, she opened up by telling him that she had just had a fight with her husband and was just heading to the springs to cool off a bit. She figured he would just assume she was wearing a bathing suit under the shirt. She just hoped he couldn't tell she wasn't wearing a bra under the shirt. When they drove back to the van they talked a little about the springs and as they were talking she said she could swear that he kept glancing down at legs. The shirt barely covered her bottom and left even the tops her thighs exposed as she now sat in the truck. After dropping the spare and getting the jack out he said he couldn't find the tire iron. That's funny, she thought, she could have sworn she had seen it in there earlier she had checked for the jack. He said that wasn't a problem as he thought he had one that would work in his truck. He walked back to his truck and came back a few minutes later with the tire iron. As he slowly worked on the tire he kept talking with Toni, and as he did, she kept noticing him glancing at her legs, her breasts, and the glances were lasting longer and longer. They weren't menacing, more "hungry" according to Toni. My wife, usually very conservative and modest, was starting to feel the effects of being so openly exposed and apparently desired. She had always thought that she wasn't very attractive, and it wasn't enough that I wanted her. I had too, was how she would respond, always following that up with any other guy wouldn't. Here though, she was experiencing living proof that she was actually able to turn on other men as well. And although he looked to be a little older than she would normally be attracted to, he was very tan and had the kind of muscles you can only get from working hard all day. I really didn't know what to think of all the things she was telling me. Hearing how this gentleman helper had started turning her on was starting to turn me on though. She continued her story saying that as he continued to work on the tire, the heat was starting to get to the both of them and she was getting more and more turned on as the beads of sweat were making her very wet and making him look, as he put it, "very sexy", not to mention all of the attention she was getting. As he was putting on the spare tire though, Toni said he shifted his body and accidentally kicked one of the nuts under the van. After putting the other nuts back on he sheepishly admitted that he was claustrophobic and if she wouldn't mind climbing under to get the nut. She said it felt kind of weird, but she didn't want to tell him no after he had been so nice up till now. So slowly she got on the ground beside him and then lowered her head to look for the nut. It had rolled nearly halfway under the van and she had to lower herself completely onto her stomach to reach it. As she climbed under the van, she had to reach out with her arm to grab the nut. As she did this she felt a breeze on her back and felt her shirt lift up onto her back. Damn, she thought, hoping he wasn't looking. As she inched forward to get closer to the nut she said she felt a brush against her thigh. She paused for a moment and proceeded to crawl forward once more. She felt it again, though this time it wasn't a brush. It was his hand. He had gently stroked her calf with his fingers. She froze, not knowing what to do. She said in hindsight, that this had probably signaled him to go further. As she lay there stretched out under the van, her sides and back and legs exposed, with only a pair of panty briefs covering her bottom, she said she was feeling very scared, and yet very excited as well. She had to admit that she was extremely turned on from all the glances from earlier, and she did enjoy watching as he changed the tire, but this was different, he was now touching her, gently stroking her body. She remained still, lying motionless as his hands softly caressed her legs and the backs of her thighs. He slid the shirt up higher on her back exposing her sides, then softly slide his hands up and down her sides. Then he went to her back, and started gently gliding his hand across her back down to the small of her back. His hands crept lower to the waistband of her panties. Slowly, with one finger he lifted the waistband and tried to slide his hand to cup her ass. This was what made her startle and when she did she bumped her elbow on the frame of the van and screeched as the pain ticked her funny bone. He grabbed her by the hips and gently pulled her back out from under the van. He helped her to sit up and opened up the side door to the van and sat her on the floorboard. As she sat there caressing her elbow she forgot about her modesty a bit and as he put the last nut on the van and lowered it to the ground he kept his eyes on her, letting his gaze drift from her face to her breasts, to her thighs, to her legs which her just slightly agape allowing him a nice view of her panties. When his job of the tire was finished he kneeled in front of my wife, taking her arm in his her hands and asking if she was alright. Without even waiting for an answer, however, he gently kissed her elbow. He kept kissing her elbow and slowly started working his way up her arm with kisses. She says she was starting to really loose control of herself at this point and could only muster a whimpered, "yes, I'm fine" as he continued his way up her arm to her neck. When she was confessing this to me I noticed a tear forming in her eyes as she lowered her head again. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "No, really, it's okay. I want to hear. Go on." With that she lifted her head and continued her story. She said he continued to kiss her neck and his hands went to her face and her hair. He placed his hands behind her hair and hovered his lips above hers before pulling her into his kiss. She felt his tongue invade her mouth as he kissed her deeply. She said she pulled him into her mouth, sucking on his tongue as her hands slid down his chest to the bottom of his shirt. She slid her hands back up his bare chest they continued their kiss. He pulled away briefly and she helped him remove his shirt. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't control herself. He moved back down on top of her. His hands lifted up her shirt, peeling it off her body. He stared momentarily at her breasts, then gently started to kiss and suck on her chest and the tops of her breasts. She started to moan softly as started to wrap her legs around his waist. Slowly he took one nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking and gently nipping. Then he took the other. His hands slid back down her stomach stopping again at her panties, until now when he lifted up on the waistband she willingly lifted herself up so that he could slide them off her body. Again he stood there, staring at her exposed body, as she lifted herself upright reaching for the belt in his jeans, tearing at the button and unzipping his fly. She tugged at his jeans, pulling them to his knees and exposing his cock. She said that surprisingly it was only semi hard and so she just couldn't resist the temptation. She slid down to her knees outside the van and started to caress and massage his cock. She licked the head of his cock and saw it flicker as if coming to life, and slowly took it in her mouth and began to suck and lick his cock. At this point my own cock was very hard and yet Toni was on the verge of tears again. This time, though, instead of saying anything, I simply lifted her head back up and undid my own pants releasing my own hard cock. She was taken aback for a moment but as I moved her hand to my own cock I told her to go on. She continued her story, while at the same time gently stroking my cock. She said that in no time he was really hard and had even started to leak a little precum from the tip of his cock. She licked the drop from his head and sat back up in the van. She opened her legs and laid back, motioning for him to climb on top. She said it felt very surreal as he pressed the it of his cock against her pussy lips, she had never had anyone else besides me, and yet she knew she couldn't stop right now even if she wanted to. He slowly pressed his cock into her pussy. He pushed deeper and deeper until his entire cock was inside her and slowly he started to fuck her. She started to moan as his cock would slide in and out of her sopping pussy. His pace quickened till she could feel hear his balls slapping against her legs. "Oh god," she moaned, "yes". "Please keep fucking me." She moved her hand down to her clit and started to massage herself, she said she needed to come so bad. She felt herself getting closer and closer. She pulled on his shoulders and asked to roll over. With her on top she, she sat straight up, impaling herself on his cock. She continued to massage herself as she slowly rode his cock. She said that she felt the orgasm build up to the point where it was nearly intolerable and was about to give up when she felt a hand come in from behind her and cup her breasts. The sudden unexpected attention was enough to push her over the edge and she came harder than she ever had before. With the new hands massaging her breasts and the hard cock beneath her she continued cumming 3 or 4 more times until exhaustion warranted her to stop. They flipped back over and he continued to fuck her. His cock now working deep inside her until his body tensed and she felt the woosh of his cock emptying deep inside of her. After a brief moment, he pulled his softening cock from her and stepped aside from between her legs. That's when the second man, the man that she had forgotten about emerged. And he was holding something. He was holding a video camera. That's when she noticed it, sitting under the back seat, the tire iron. That bastard, she thought, he must have made up that lame excuse to call his buddy. He planned on this from the beginning. She looked again at the stranger who was now handing the camera over to the gentleman helper. She looked down and saw a bulge in his pants, and so, going this far, she thought, she might as well finish the job. So she climbed out of the van and started to caress the second man's crotch through his jeans. She unzipped his jeans and as his cock sprang out of his pants she took it, too, into her mouth. She worked on his cock, sucking and licking until she felt his body too, go tense. She took him deep in her mouth and sucked hard until his cum filled her throat. She swallowed every drop and then licked his cock when it was too soft to keep in her mouth. She put his cock back into his pants and zipped him back up. Her helper from earlier handed the camera back to his buddy. "Well maam, looks like you're all taking care of here. You drive safe not getting home." Then they both walked off to their trucks and drove away. Toni slowly pulled back on her clothes shut side door and climbed back into the front seat. She sat there pondering what she had just done and what it might mean before she noticed that it was getting dark and she had better get back home. When she finished her story, I didn't know what to say. I just sat there mesmerized as she continued to stroke my cock which at this point was ready to explode. She sat there quietly, continuing to stroke me. Then she looked up and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked a moment or two, then took me back out and lifted my cock and started to suck on my balls. The feeling was tremendous. She then licked the entire length of my cock and took it back in her mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer as the thought of my wife giving herself to another man, sucking his cock, begging to be fucked, worked my mind into a frenzy, and I came so hard it forced my eyes closed. She swallowed every drop, as she had done before. We talked a little bit about how she felt, and how I felt, and then we enjoyed a cup of coffee and decided to take a shower and turn it. Only, watching her in the shower, seeing her naked body, and thinking about what had just happened got me excited again. Halfway through our shower, I had to pull her into our bed and we had the best sex of our lives. I'm really not sure where we'll go from here, but I do have one question that remains. I wonder how I can get a copy of that tape? The Argument Stepping from the shower into the cold bathroom air makes me shiver, so I quickly wrap myself in a thick white towel. The rough tile is cold beneath my bare feet, so I step into the hall. Padding through to the study, I sink to my knees on the rug in front of the fire, grateful for the warmth now sinking into my flesh, turning my exposed skin a rosy pink. Picking up the glass of white wine I left next to the hearth, I take a long sip, not bothering to taste its cold sweetness, just waiting for the numbing alcohol to hit my empty stomach. I lift the expensive wineglass to my eyes, watching the condensation leave trails down the sides, my reflection in the flickering amber glow is matching, as I feel tears slide down my hot skin. It was an argument over a trivial thing, so trivial I can't even remember its origin. My harsh words had upset you, and now you had gone for a walk, just to clear your head, or so you told me. Shivering as water trailed down my back from my wet hair, I decided I was really going to make it up to you. I just didn't know how. I jump as I hear you open the front door, kicking snow off your boots. Quickly wiping the tears off my cheeks, I knocked back the rest of my wine. "In here Matt," I called. The door eventually opened, and there you stood, your jeans damp from the snow, wool scarf still hanging around your neck, anger burning in your eyes. Or was it the reflection of the fire? Definitely anger. "Darling, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..." I broke off mid sentence, my heart in my throat. Striding across to where I knelt on the floor, you grabbed my chin, angling my face up to meet your eyes. "Don't ever speak to me like that again." You carry on, not waiting for an answer. "You will not tell me how sorry you are, you will show me. I will use you tonight, and depending on how well you perform for me will depend on whether I forgive you or not. Do you understand me?" Unable to move very far, with your hand clamping my chin, I nod quickly, my eyes wide and frightened. I'd never seen you like this before, and it was scaring me. We had only ever tried a little bit of light bondage before, just gentle things, but I never knew you had such a dark side. You try pulling my towel from me, but I hold fast to it, clutching it tightly, my only defence against the rage in your eyes. But still I did not expect the slap that snapped my head to the right. Leaning down to my face, you snarl at me. "Do not resist me, Lily! Drop the fucking towel and expose yourself like the slut you are." Too afraid to disobey, my face smarting from the slap, I comply with your wishes, and release the towel. Cowering naked before you, my knees start to hurt, but I am too afraid to move. You crouch down in front of me, and I can see your hard cock straining against the denim. How could you be turned on by abusing me? I raise my head, and look at you, my clear blue eyes filled with tears and questions. Suddenly, you shoot out a hand and push me to the floor, and I fall backwards, catching myself before I bang my head. Stunned at the force with which you had knocked me down, I lay there, sprawled on the rug before you, as your gaze roams my naked body. You grin lasciviously, and reach out, drawing a finger along my slit, which I am astonished to find is soaking wet. I glance down and see that my inner thighs are glistening with my juices. You slip your finger gently inside my pussy, trailing it up to my clit. I feel my cunt tingle, the trail your finger makes is driving me over the edge. I lie on my back, my legs open, propped up on my elbows and tip my head back, my long black hair that has now dried in waves cascades down over my shoulders, and I close my eyes. You slap my thigh, and I scream, taken from complete pleasure to burning pain in a second. Grabbing my hips, you flip me over onto my knees, and slap my arse hard. I fall to the floor with a scream, and you pick me back up, planting one foot firmly on the floor, positioning my waist over your raised knee. Spanking me again, you continue to rain blows down onto my glowing arse, eight, ten times, alternating sides. Laughing, you push me to the floor, where I lie, my arse glowing red, and my tears soaking into the rug. Unable to move, I lie there sobbing quietly, the sound appearing to excite you even more. Turning my head to the side I see you have unzipped your jeans, and are rubbing your hard cock through your tight black boxers. I see the spots close to the waistband where your pre - come has soaked into the cotton. Confused, I could do nothing but lie there, my thoughts running in circles. Nudging my hip with your knee, you motion me to lie on my back. Unwrapping your scarf from your neck, you bind my hands above my head. Bending your head to my breast, you suck my nipple, swirling your tongue around my areola, nipping at the erect bud with your teeth. Relaxing once more, I succumb to you, arching my back, moaning slightly as your right hand comes up to pull gently on my other nipple. Moving down my body, your lips kissing a trail down my abdomen, I part my legs for you. Licking gently at my cunt, you seem to tease me for hours, my head spinning, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As I feel myself about to come, you stop. "No, please Matt, I'm nearly there!" I moan, pleading with you to continue. I let out a shrill scream when you bite my clit hard, and I come in floods, the delicious juices from my cunt coating your chin as you lap eagerly at my soaking pussy. Next thing I know your hard cock is easing into me, sliding all the way into my hot cunt. Thrusting hard, you slam into me, I hear you grunt with satisfaction as you keep fucking me, harder and faster. You pause only to hitch my legs up over your shoulders, and I cry out each time, my cunt clenching your cock, trying to stop you penetrating so deeply. When I squirm to get away, you pin my shoulders to the floor, enjoying my struggles, because after a few more thrusts you come, grinding your cock hard into my cunt. I feel your dick twitch and throb inside me as my tears trickle down my temples. Standing up, you untie me, then pick me up and carry me to the leather sofa where you cradle me in your arms. Still confused as to the anger and force with which you had fucked me, I cry even harder, sobbing into your chest, feeling used and violated in a way I never have before. But strangely...uninhibited. I have never had so many orgasms in my life, let alone one night. How could I enjoy this? This...this...violence! I flinch as your hand leaves my thigh to wipe away my tears, gently, apologies spilling from your lips. "Lily. Lily, look at me...I've wanted to do that to you since we first met. And more again. I was furious, and my temper...do you want me to leave?" Raising my hand, I stroke your face, the rough stubble on your cheek tickling my palm. Taking a deep breath, I sealed my fate. "No," I said, my voice escaping as a croak from my dry lips. "No Matt, I don't want you to leave. That was amazing, as you can tell," pointing to the wet patch on the rug. We collapse into giggles, the tension and confusion I just felt easing away, realising that now, since you had given me some ideas, I think you owe me quite a lot... The Argument "You're still talking to him." Things like this never started out loud. Julian had a way of saying things casually, nonchalantly, that made her feel at ease. Then, "Idiot." "Come on." "What, come on? You're an idiot." "You." "And when he calls again? No doubt you'll answer it. Because you're an idiot." "Fuck you. His grandma's sick, he needed someone to talk to. It was just a favor. That's it." "You spoke to him." "God. I won't answer his calls anymore. Okay?" "You could've just done that in the first place. Idiot." "Stop it. God." "No." He was smiling now. "Idiot." "Fucking stop it." "No." "Don't test me." Julian laughed. "Or what?" She was quiet, so he continued. "What could you possibly--?" "You don't want to know." Kate was bluffing. He knew this, and she knew he knew this. Still, "Trust me." "Go for it." Nothing. "Do it. I give you full permission." He paused, waiting. "You stupid bitch." "You're a stupid bitch!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air. "You're the idiot. God. I just, I don't want to hurt you." "You couldn't hurt me. You're nothing." "Stop it." "You're a child. Nothing more." "I'm important to you." "You're not." "I am." "How would you hurt me, Kate?" "I'm just as important to you as you are to me." "I want to hear this." "No." "Yes." "No." "Tell me, or I'll tell him I fucked you." She looked up at him, surprised. This was the first time he'd acknowledged that. "Go ahead." "I'll tell him all the shit you've told me since you broke up." Slowly, "I don't think you will." "Better tell me. To be sure." "Go ahead and do it. I don't give a shit about him anymore." "Now that," Julian said, "is definitely a lie." "Whatever you think, idiot." "So you admit there's nothing?" He asked, searching her face for a surrender. "You have nothing on me." She didn't respond. "Good, I didn't think you were that stupid." Kate glared at him. Fights with Julian were always impossible. She never got out on top, never got an apology -- always ended up taking the blame. "You're so fucking dumb about this shit. You should've stopped talking to him." "I did." She was exasperated. "God." "He thinks there's an opening now. You acknowledge him, his friends, when you see them around." "I don't go to places if I think they're gonna be there." "You know what I'm fucking talking about, though. Stop arguing, it's pointless. You fucked up and you know it. You make me put far more effort into this than I want to. I'm getting tired of it." Whatever this was. Quietly, he added "Idiot." "Stop it. Yes, I fucked up." "You stop it." "I won't talk to him again. God. Okay?" "Yes." He took a seat on the couch across the room. A small bar stood between them. "Bring me a drink." She sighed. "What do you want?" "Bourbon." "Straight?" "In a glass, idiot." "I know in a glass, but do you want it with water? Ice? Soda?" "Soda?" "I'm just asking." "Just bourbon in a glass, Kate." "God." She poured the drink, grabbed a beer for herself, and sat down at the other end of the couch. They were quiet, momentarily, as they sipped their beverages. "And you're still friends with Will," he said absently. "Do you have a list somewhere of all the things I do that you don't approve of? Jesus Christ." "You're still friends with Matt, too." "I barely ever talk to them." "But you do. Talk." "Who cares?" "They're his roommates." "Stop it. This is ridiculous." "When all that shit went down you should've just cut them all out of your life. Talking to them only makes things more complicated." "You're a fucking jerk sometimes." "Get fucked, bitch." He swallowed the rest of his bourbon and got to his feet to pour himself another glass. "Stop trying to defend yourself when you know I'm right." "You're a fucking jerk." "And you're an idiot." Standing beside the bar now, he watched her. "A child." That was the worst one. Idiot was fine. Stupid, okay. Being called a child injured her in a way nothing else did. Kate shook her head, not meeting his gaze. "Just stop it." "It's true, though." "You're making me crazy. Please." "You make yourself crazy trying to argue with me about things when you know, deep down, I'm right." Nothing. "So fuck you." "No." They were quiet again. He finished his second drink without sitting down, then started on a third. "Your needs and desires are unimportant," he said evenly. "That's not true. You care about me." "Nope." "Yes. You'd be a pretty awful person if you didn't care even a little. And you're not an awful person." "Yes." "Just sit down." Julian laughed, but didn't move. "What." "I just can't believe how stupid you are." "God, stop it." "You really are." "Fucking stop it, Julian. I mean it. Stop. You're a--" "What. What am I?" "Nothing." "Say it. Go ahead." "Just stop." "There isn't anything you could say in a million years that would upset me. That's how insignificant you are." "Just shut up." "You're a child." She got to her feet. "Julian." "You are." "Stop it." "You're a little girl." She lost her cool. Without thinking, she pushed him back with all her strength. He stumbled briefly then, grabbing a handful of her hair, shoved her up against the wall. He stood over her, fuming, as she tried helplessly to regain control. "Let go of me." "You stupid bitch." "Let me go." "That was fucking stupid." "I'm sorry." "You're not." "I didn't mean to." "You're a fucking child." "Fuck you." He slapped her, open handed, across the face. "Watch your mouth. Watch the way you fucking speak to me. Do you understand?" She was quiet. "Do you understand?" "Let me go. You're hurting me." Still holding her by the hair, he yanked her from the wall and tossed her to the ground. He climbed on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. "Answer the question." "What -- what was the question." He slapped her again. She let out a whimper. "Look at me." He grabbed her face and forced it toward him. "Fucking look at me, Kate." She did. "Watch the way you fucking speak to me. Do you understand?" "Yes." "You stupid bitch." She was distracted now, because she could feel his erection pressed against her pelvis. Cautiously, she lifted her hips to grind herself against it. Julian just glared at her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He barely got the question out before she kissed him. Still holding her down, he undid his belt and tugged his pants and boxers down. "You're making a mistake," he told her as he pulled up her skirt and shoved her panties to the side. He paused briefly to let his words sink in before he forced himself inside of her with one swift motion. She cried out. "Shut up," he said. He was fucking her now, hard and fast, and it hurt, and he knew it hurt. She was small. The first time he'd fucked her -- after a similar fight -- he forced her down on his cock while she whimpered into his shoulder -- you're too big she said, please go slower she said, and he said fuck you you stupid bitch you stupid wet bitch you want this and you deserve this and you're nothing. Kate turned her head, gazing under the couch as tears filled her eyes. Last time he covered her mouth when he got tired of her pleading -- it was uncomfortable, she didn't want that again. Every once in a while she let out a quiet gasp, but really he was drilling her so savagely it all blended together. He slapped her. It felt good, slapping her. He'd never hit her before. Last time he threw her all around her bedroom, bouncing her off the walls, taking pleasure in the ease with which she fell. She was in love with him. He knew that, and he cared for her, was maybe even in love with her, but he would never admit it, not unless she really needed him to. He slapped her again. "You're a child." Again. "Stupid bitch." Again. This pulled her back to reality. She looked up at him, at his strong, handsome face; looked down, enjoying the sight of him entering her. It hurt, and she liked to be hurt, and he liked to hurt her. "Oh." She felt an orgasm rising in the pit of her stomach. "Oh," she sighed again, meeting his hips now each time he plunged into her. The feeling continued to rise and she threw her head back, coming hard, biting her lip to keep from calling out, when suddenly the back of his hand connected with her cheek with such force that she momentarily forgot her surroundings. "Did I say you could come?" She was quiet; unaware he'd spoken. "Did. I. Say. You. Could. Come." He had pulled out of her, was glaring down at her. "Did I say you could fucking come?!" He shouted, his face centimeters from hers. "...No." "You don't fucking come unless I say so." "I'm sorry." He pushed himself into her mouth and continued to fuck her there, ignoring her occasional muffled whimpers, gaining force with each thrust. He was close now, and he considered pulling out so he could finish on her face but no, he much preferred knowing that he was inside of her, that she had no choice but to swallow his come. "Fuck," he grunted, his orgasm building inside him, until finally he exploded and as he did so he berated her, "you stupid fucking bitch, you little girl, you child, you're an idiot, an idiot, you fucking bitch, you worthless fucking idiot." A little light headed, he got to his feet and pulled his pants back on. "Get up," he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her up roughly. "Look at me." She did. "You do not finish unless I say so." "I'm sorry." "What I do, what I did just now, that isn't for you." With his hand still wrapped around her arm, he squeezed tightly. "It's for me. The fact that you enjoyed it just means you're a sick, twisted bitch." Still squeezing, "If I want you to come, I will tell you to come. Do you understand?" "Yes. Please, you're hurting me." He threw her onto the couch. "Finish your fucking beer, little girl." Shaking slightly, she did as she was told. The Argument We had a terrible argument. About what, I can't remember now. But it caused me to call it an early night without kissing you good night. I readied for bed, fuming at your inability to understand my every little move. It was a warm night, and I slipped, naked, in between the cool satin sheets. A light breeze came in through the open window, the ceiling fan carrying the coolness and scent of roses to every corner of the room. It was a perfect night to make slow, sweet, passionate love to you, but I was too pouty to notice or appreciate it. After what felt like hours, I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep, not used to you being absent from the bed. Pressed against me, you always comforted me to sleep. As I drifted off, images began filling my head. It started with your beautiful, smiling face. I love to watch the light dance in your eyes, and hear the richness of your laughter. Feeling myself smile, I watched as the dream began to unfold even more. We were in a park. Or what looked like a park, but with a noticeable lack of people. The grass was greener than I had ever seen in reality, reflecting the sunlight with each blade. The trees, though few, cast more than enough shade to make it comfortably cool for a picnic. That's what you brought me here for. A wonderful picnic. I smiled as I watched you lay down the blanket, rolling my eyes at some cheesy joke you had made. You wouldn't let me help you, insisting that the day was to be spent pampering me. Allowing myself to be led to the blanket, I watched you walk the short distance to the car to retrieve the picnic hamper and a bottle of wine. I smiled as I rested my chin on my bent knee, thinking how I could never get tired of watching you move. You have the fluid grace that could make the best dancer envious. Yet it's not with a dancer's grace that you move. It is more like the easy gait of a feral cat. The way your hips sway is like the lazy stroll of a lion. Seemingly unaware, but always on guard. You return to the blanket and begin unpacking the hamper. French bread, cheese, fruit, even some of my favorite chocolate, appeared before me. Glasses came next. Smiling at me, you pour each of us a glass of wine. It is the sweetest I had ever tasted, and loved it from the first sip. Saying very little, we slowly feed each other. I giggle with delight each time your lips capture my fingers and your tongue tickles them. A short while passes, and we've cleared the remains of the picnic, packing the leftovers neatly back in the hamper. You sit with your back against the tree and motion me to sit with you, between your legs. I quickly take my seat, needing to feel your arms around me. There are no words spoken as our fingers intertwine, and we enjoy the closeness of each other. You lightly kiss my neck, your teeth gently nipping my ear. I purr in pleasure as your hands start caressing my thighs, making my skirt ride up. My legs part slightly, and I feel you slip a hand farther between them. I moan softly as your fingers explore my pussy through my now damp panties. I part my legs more to give you better access. Gently pulling the thin material to the side, your fingers find my slick smoothness very quickly. Crying out, my hips buck, putting pressure on your groin. I can feel you swelling against my back, and that drives me wild. Kissing my ear, you softly whisper that you're sorry. I don't understand what you mean, but I don't care. I'm completely focused on the magical things your fingers are doing to me. Changing positions, you gently lay me down. The ground is surprisingly soft. I feel your hands on my calves, your strong fingers working to relax the muscles. You slowly work your way higher up my legs, tickling my inner thighs. I moan softly as I feel your lips caressing my thighs, your tongue tasting the more sensitive areas. Your breath is hot and soothing against my aching pussy. And I'm slightly surprised at the fact that I'm now laying naked beneath you. Just when I believe your aim is to drive me completely mad with lust, you place a light kiss to my clit. I cry out as my back arches, my hips rising to meet your hungry mouth. Agonizing seconds go by, and then I feel your tongue. Using the tip, you trace my pussy lips, nipping the hollows of my thighs. You know this drives me nearly out of my mind, so you repeat it three or four times. I reach down and grab your hair to hold your head in place. I wrap my legs around your neck, begging with my body for you to fuck me. Instantly, you comply with my almost silent pleading, plunging two fingers into my soaked pussy as you capture my clit with your lips and teeth. I start massaging my breasts, rolling my nipples and pulling on them as the pleasure spreads through me. Stroking my g-spot, you feel my muscles expand and contract rhythmically on your fingers. Through experience, you know I won't last very long. You don't want me to either. You apply just enough pressure with your fingers and nibble my clit the way I love it. My breathy whimpers tell you I'm very close to cumming. My legs tense up as my back arches. I pull on my nipples harder, almost painfully. I feel the tension curl in my belly, steadily building. Moments later, I scream out your name as my hips move in time with your fingers. My muscles clench the invaders tightly. My legs lock around your head as my back arches more. The pleasure is so great that it forces me to become increasingly aware that I'm awake. The scream still rings in my ears, because I haven't stopped. My nipples are still trapped, painfully now, in my fingers. My legs are still wrapped tightly around whatever is giving me so much pleasure. Even though I am now conscious, I have by no means finished cumming. Just when the first one starts to subside, a second and third blindside me, completely knocking the wind from me. The stroking of your fingers slows, then stops altogether. I pant, trying to get my bearings as my body slowly starts to relax. Finally, I open my eyes to find you above me, licking your fingers and growling at me. I whisper that I was sorry too and open my arms to you. You sink down on top of me, your naked body pressing mine into the bed. Your lips find mine, and our tongues duel for possession of each other's mouth. In the end, yours bested me. Wrapping your arms around me, you roll to your back, settling me on top. I grind my hips against yours, feeling your hard cock stroke my clit and pussy. Raising up, I reach behind me, gently grabbing your cock and guiding it. I slowly lower my hips until I felt the head press against me. Giving one more push, my pussy lips tightly envelop your cock head. I moan with exquisite pleasure as I feel you stretch me. Sitting back, I arch my back as each inch of you slides deeper inside me. You grab my hips, raising your hips in one swift move, driving your cock home. I cry out your name as my hips start grinding against you. You fill me completely, perfectly, stretching me with such pleasure. I pull up, feeling you slowly slide out. You pull me back down, lifting your hips, slamming into me, making me cry out with every thrust. I feel the tension beginning to coil in the pit of my stomach as I buck wildly on you. I throw my head back, giving you everything I have. Your hands tighten on my hips as yours move in time. You groan as my pussy tightens around you. I whimper that I'm going to cum, and my hips move faster. You match my pace, and your hips rise to slam against me. With one last thrust, the world explodes around me, our cries filling the air. My fingers tighten on your shoulders as my pussy clenches your cock. My orgasm sets off yours, my muscles milking your sensitive cock as your fingers dig into my hips and you bury yourself even deeper inside me. Feeling your cock throbbing in my pussy, I collapse on top of you, completely spent, with my face turned towards your neck. My breath flutters against your skin as you wrap your arms tightly around me. Feeling safe and secure, I couldn't help but chuckle tiredly as you say in your most commanding voice that I am yours. Within a matter of minutes, we both drift off to sleep, unsure of what that argument was about. We didn't really care either. The Argument We don't fight very often but when we do it often gets heated. We are both stubborn but sometimes Brad could be unreasonably stubborn or at least that was MY opinion. "I guess we will have to agree to disagree then" I said standing in my office. "Sounds good" Brad murmured walking towards the door as we were ready to leave. "But I am still right" he said under his breath. Ugh, why was he always so darn hard headed. "Have a great night Amy, see you tomorrow" I said. Amy laughed as Brad was motioning she's crazy hands as we walked towards the exit. "Now you are just messing with me" I said smacking his shoulder. "Okay Miss Right" he said chuckling. He loved poking fun trying to get a rise out of me. This time it was not going to work. We stood at the elevator door silently side by side - why was this thing taking so long I wondered. It was 9pm and there should be no one left in the building. I glanced over and noticed Brad had this childish little grin on his face. He thought he was SO funny and this annoyed me and I didn't want to even talk to him anymore tonight. "Where is the elevator" I grumbled. "Are you in a hurry" Brad questioned. "Yes, yes I am, I want to go home and I don't want a word out of you anymore tonight" "oooookkkkkkkkkk" Brad said as he play laughed trying to lighten the tension between us. He had a client visits downtown and dinner meeting earlier close to my office so we commuted together today. He looked handsome standing there with his gray suit pants and vest with a starchy light blue dress shirt which matched the fine pinstripe in his coordinating tie. This man was sexy but I was NOT letting him know the sight of him was actually turning me on. Nope, I was mad and that was final! Finally, DING, the elevator had arrived. I got in and put my back against the wall letting my leather briefcase fall to the floor. Brad stood slightly in front to me closer to the door and pressed the Lobby button. As the door closed I could see Brads smirk and thought to myself that this was going to be a very quiet ride home. As the elevator started to descend Brad hit the 'Emergency Shut Off" button and the elevator bounced as it quickly came a halt between floors. "What are you doing" I asked even more annoyed. Before I could utter another word, he turned around quickly and kissed my lips hard with lust and haste jamming his tongue into my mouth. I kissed back as our tongues angrily played with each other. His hands grabbed for my skirt and pulled it to my waste. Breaking from his mad kiss he fell to his knees and pulled my tiny purple thong to the ground. Tearing the thin strings as my legs spread with anticipation. "Shit" I uttered as I clenched the elevator railings. Just as my hands gripped the bars his face dove for my awaiting pussy. His tongue lapped at my engorged lips and flicked my hardening clit. "Ugggggggggg" I moaned. This felt amazing and sent shivers throughout my body. He worked my pussy with precision as my juices began to flow. His hands on my round ass pulling me closer he was a master of pleasure. He moaned with satisfaction as he sucked sending vibrations throughout my entire body. I looked down at my stud and enjoyed watching him take part in my slick mound as though he hadn't eaten in days. His hands now moving towards my juicy gash he spread my lips wide and took further assault on my rock hard clit. Back an forth, swirling his masterful tongue as my hips bucked away from the elevator walls. Breaking free for for just a second he begged "Cum for me baby" "Ahhhhhhhhh" I screamed and he ravaged my clit sucking my hard little button. My impending release was near. I could feel the inside walls of my canal tightening. He continued to wreak havoc on my slit and I took pleasure in every second as I became closer to the brink. My hands released from the rail grabbing my skirt as I flooded Brad with my sweet load. He lapped down every ounce of his reward gently sucking me dry. Out of breath from screaming in my husband indulgence, completely spent, Brad returned to a standing position and released the elevator from "Emergency." He looked me square in the blue eyes "So, now who's right" All I could do was kiss him. I could taste my sweetness on his lips as I gently nibbled on his full bottom lip. "I'm right but I still love you." I said Gathering my tiny undies off the elevator floor I stuffed them in the side pocket of my briefcase and lowered my tight black pencil shirt. I thought to myself that perhaps the ride home was NOT going to be as quiet as I had thought. The Argument He's your roommate, I thought irritably to myself. Your relationship is platonic. But somehow, watching him walk out the door with Amelia, the busty blonde from next door, all of that logic flew out with them. I had been living with Max for a year now. We'd gotten close in an AbPsych class our sophomore year. Neither of us wealthy enough to support ourselves and pay for college, we had decided to move in together. We got along well and shared similar interests. Studying was also a lot easier, because we were both psychology majors. We split the rent and took turns getting groceries. It was the perfect arrangement. Lately, though, things had been strained. Not outwardly—neither of us were the type to really be emotional—but there was a palpable tension between us. We had grown very close living in such close quarters—with two people in a three room apartment, you're bound to get personal real quick. We told each other everything, except how we felt about the other. Basically, we were attracted to each other. And maybe more. Max was great looking, tall, lean and tanned, with an athletic grace that drew girls wild. He had a certain way of brushing his hair out of his face that, coupled with his easy smile and liquid eyes, caused general swooning. The effect had not been lost on me. Tonight, he was heading out on a date with our neighbor Amelia, a dance major with huge tits that I was positive moonlighted as a stripper. I didn't say anything though; I was trying to be supportive. I knew that Max had had a bad breakup before we moved in together, and it still ached. I tried to be happy that he was dating again, but... When the door closed behind them, I made my way back to the kitchen/living room and scrounged up some food. With our limited monetary resources, the most we had in the house at a time was some cheap peanut butter, a loaf of bread that was probably stale, some Ramen, and a huge stack of ginger ale on the counter. This week, I had scored a bag of Lays chips, which I now popped open and munched pensively. I sat down on our threadbare couch and opened my laptop, making my way to Netflix. If all else fails, Netflix will always take your mind off a guy. Lost in the fifth Children of the Corn, I didn't hear Max unlock our door and tiptoe in. "Hey," he said. Startled, I looked around and took out my headphones. "Hey. How was your date?" I tried to keep the acid out of my voice. "Eh. Okay. She's nice, though." I made a small noise of acknowledgment and tossed him the bag of chips. "Throw that in the cupboard, would you?" He did, and proceeded to kick off his shoes and join me on the couch. "Children of the Corn, huh?" "Yep." Silence. Things weren't usually this awkward between us. I was distinctly uncomfortable, and I could tell he was too. He blew a long sigh and stared at the cheap Dali print on our wall. After a long and awkward silence, he turned to me with a wary expression. "Are you mad at me?" Taken aback, I answered truthfully before I could stop myself. "Kinda. I mean, no, not at all." " Kind of?" Floundering for an excuse, I latched on to the first thing I thought of. "Well, I just think you could do better than her, that's all," I said, a little defensively. He caught my tone and looked at me strangely. "What's wrong with Amelia? She's nice, she's cute—" "Oh, and I guess that's all that matters, isn't it?" I snapped, again before I could stop myself. Max just stared at me openmouthed, his confusion at my sudden venom evident. "Em, what the hell?" he said, firing up. "What's your problem? Can't I go on a date with someone without the third degree?" I didn't reply and looked away, trying to hide my discomposure. I couldn't believe I had just let it out like that—now he was definitely going to know something was up between us, however one sided it might be. "Seriously. Where is this coming from? Did you fight with your dad again?" One of the problems that stems from two budding psychologists living together is that you both subconsciously psychoanalyze each other. Max knew that I dealt with abandonment issues because of my dad, and we had telephonic blowups at least once a month. "No! Fuck, Max, can't you go two seconds without analyzing me?" I almost shouted, knowing that given the chance I would be doing the same. I had set him off, though. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is, Emily, but you need to back the hell off. I don't know what I'm supposed to have done—" "You don't? I guess it's acceptable to fuck the stripper next door now, huh?" He took a step back. "Is that what you think? That I slept with her tonight?" I didn't need to employ the tricks of my trade to gauge his truthfulness; the sheer incredulity in his voice was enough. "You think I took her out and fucked her, right? Well, I'm glad you have such a goddamn high opinion of me, Em." He walked away from me and toward the fridge, cracking open a cheap beer. Suddenly, he rounded on me again. "And so what if I had? It's none of your business who I sleep with, I don't interrogate you whenever you flirt with a guy at a club or go out for drinks!" "Emily, the truth is..." he sighed, and broke off. "Never mind." "What?" I snapped, my voice cracking like a whip. "What Max, are you going to tell me some bullshit about how you're not ready for commitment so you just fuck around instead? Is that what you want me to believe?" "What the fuck? I haven't slept with anyone since I broke up with Rachel, Emily! You're such a bitch sometimes!" he snarled. I slapped him. He let his breath out in a whoosh, and we stared at each other, fuming. Then, out of nowhere, he crossed the room in two strides and crushed his lips to mine. I stiffened in surprise and tried to break away, but his grip on my arms was like steel and his mouth was insistent. Within seconds, I opened up to him. Our tongues lashed in a frenzied dance and my fingers scrabbled to find the buttons on his shirt. Impatient, I ripped the tiny plastic circles open as he clawed my shirt over my head. Barely pausing to think, I kissed him back, digging my nails into the hard muscle of his back. He picked me up, still kissing me, and slammed me against our paper thin walls. My breath whooshed out of me, and I struggled for air as he bit at my lips and neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders tightly, clinging to him. My long, dark hair came out of its plastic clip and spilled over my shoulders, and he tangled his hands in it roughly. I groaned as he tugged my head back to nip at my throat. We slid to the floor somehow, and he rolled over me. His fingers deftly unclipped my bra and tossed it aside. Max kissed his way down my neck and shoulders to my breasts. He took each nipple between his teeth just hard enough to make me squeak and shudder. Before I knew it, he had my pants and underwear off, and I could feel the rough industrial carpet scraping against my ass. I wanted him so badly in that moment that it was indescribable. My thighs were slick and wet, and sweat was beading on my chest under his mouth. I fumbled with his fly and he kicked off his jeans and boxers. As if it were planned, I opened my legs and he slid his full length into me, up to the hilt. We both moaned at the sensation, put off for almost two years. He pounded into me relentlessly, and I dug my fingers into his ass, urging him on. I could feel my thighs bruising, but I didn't care. He leaned forward and sank his teeth into my shoulder, his pubic bone hitting my clit perfectly. I let out my breath in a strangled gasp and raked my nails down his back. I could feel the exquisite pressure building up in my center, and knew it would not be long now. One, two, three strokes, and I was there, shuddering and gasping beneath him even as he filled me with his come. He groaned and tensed, quaking in his release, and then he collapsed on top of me. His weight was comforting, as was the sound of his panting in my ear. We laid together for a few minutes, catching our breath, the scent of sweat and sex a sweet perfume in the air. Finally, he rolled off of me and we laid side by side on the carpet, breathing heavily and staring at the stained white ceiling. At the same time, we turned to look at each other and laughed. "Wow," said Max. "I should argue with you more often." I smiled weakly and grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry I slapped you. And scratched you," I added, catching sight of the livid welts on his shoulders. "No worries. I'm pretty sure you have some teeth marks on you." After a few moments, we stood up. He took my hand and led me to one of our tiny bedrooms—his, I saw. Before he could say a word, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. He stiffened instantly. I cupped my hand under his balls and massaged them gently in my hand, all the while nibbling gently up and down his shaft. It was dim in the room, but I saw that his head was thrown back in pleasure. "Oh, God, don't stop," he croaked, and I felt his hands settle in my hair. I laughed softly and sucked on his head hard, eliciting a sharp gasp. Finally, I took his whole length in my mouth, sucking long and slow, feeling every inch of his proud cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around and around, lingering on the swollen tip. He was moving his hips slowly, fucking my mouth, and suddenly he pushed my head forward and held me there as he came again, shooting hot jets of come into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop and licked my lips, satisfied. He pulled me to my feet and crushed me against him. "You are amazing," he said, and I laughed again. "I try. You enjoyed that, I take it?" "Very much so. Your turn." I squeaked in surprise as he tossed me onto the bed and rose up over me, kissing me thoroughly before moving down...and down... I shuddered as his mouth closed on my pussy. He flicked his tongue over my clit and spread my lips apart with his fingers. I tensed as he slid his tongue over every inch of my sex, and when he dipped it inside of me I groaned. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and used them to fuck me fast and hard, flicking his tongue at an amazing speed over my clit. I writhed and bucked under his mouth, my breath coming faster and faster until I exploded into orgasm, racked with shivers, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. He let me come down from my high and then slid up next to me. He kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on his lips. The taste aroused me again, and I pushed him onto his back. I straddled his hips and bent to kiss him. His hands drifted over my shoulders and back, fingers brushing over my sex charged skin. I rose up above him and stroked his cock a few times, feeling it grow rock hard in my hand. Then, I guided him inside of me and rode him slowly. His hands settled on my hips and we rocked together, reveling in the feel of our joining. I was aware of every hard inch of him filling me up, and when he reached up and rubbed my clit with a thumb, it didn't take long for me to fall forward, shuddering in my third orgasm. He kept thrusting into me as I contracted around his cock, fucking me slowly as I rode the wave of my release. Just as I came down, he finished, filling me once more with his hot come. He whispered my name as he came, gripping my waist almost painfully. We both collapsed into the bed, exhausted. After lying there for a while, he pulled me to him, arm slung over my shoulders. I cuddled into him and laid my head in the hollow of his neck. "Em?" he asked, just as my eyes were closing. "Hmm?" "I love you." I smiled, wrapped my arms around him, and sighed in contentment. "I love you too, Max." The Argument It was another argument, one that left both of us angry and heated. Sitting on the bed, simmering down from the pent up emotions, I watched as you played on your computer, ignoring the rest of the world. I knew it was a way for you to release stress but I still didn't like it. Watching you play the keys on the keyboard and move the mouse around was always an erotic sight. Always I wondered why you couldn't play me like that. Getting off the bed, setting the laptop aside, I walked over to the computer chair, just standing there to watch. League was up on the screen, as usual, and I could tell you were also playing with your friends. However, I wanted some fun. I wanted the angry sex we used to have when we got mad at each other. Leaning down, I started kissing the back of your neck, going up to your ear and back down. My hands went over your shoulders pressing against your chest. I felt a small shudder but couldn't tell if it was just from you playing the game or from my motions. I decided to take it up a notch and started going around to the front. Shimmying my way in between the desk and the chair, I looked up at you as you gazed at me. A delicious grin graced my face and I started kissing your thighs. I worked my way up to your growing cock, loving the fact that I could turn you on. I wondered briefly how the game was going but erased the thought as I decided I wanted to torture you while you played. Slowly I slid my hand up your leg to your zipper and button. I quickly undid the snap and slid down the zipper, pressing purposely against your erection. I traced you through your boxers, softly teasing and stroking. My eyes slid up to yours and smirked lightly as I saw that you were starting to breathe heavier. Leaning up on my knees, I took your cock out and slid my hand over the full length, up and down twice before letting go. My mouth soon replaced it. I bobbed up and down a couple of times, licking and sucking as much as I could. I held the base of your cock in my hand and licked from the bottom to the top. Playing with the head, I nibbled lightly, not hurting you. Half of your cock went into my mouth while the rest my hand stroked while I bobbed. My other hand went up to your balls and started to play with them. I knew I was getting turned on by it, enjoying the fact that you could hardly concentrate. I continued torturing for what felt like forever to me: switching between taking you fully in my mouth, using my hand, and using a mixture of both. As soon as I knew you were close to cumming, I would stop and move slower just to keep teasing you. Soon I felt you move and looked up with your cock in my mouth. You were looking at me with hooded eyes with the headphones off. Smirking I let you pop out of my mouth and tried to wiggle my way back out of my position. However, you closed my escaped route and moved me back onto my knees. I looked at you slightly confused, wondering what you planned on doing. Whereas I once had control, it had shifted immediately. You stroked yourself a couple of times before grabbing my hand and using it. I started up a slow rhythm but you didn't like it, growling and moving my hand faster. Soon my mouth was over your cock again, tongue swirling around the girth, bobbing up and down. The only sound that could be heard was the slick of my mouth and you moaning. Not much longer you came in my mouth, squirting hard and much as you held onto my head, keeping me in place. I swallowed your cum and licked my lips after you let me go. You grabbed my hand, leading me to the bed. The black nightie I was wearing plumped my breasts up and showed the fact that I was wearing lacy underwear. I landed on the bed on my back with you still standing. Leaning down, you kissed up my leg to the apex of my thigh and moved your hand to feel the wetness that was my underwear. I heard you say something but the pleasure was more than your words as I arched up as you pressed my sex, teasing me. Your hand left and your mouth went down the other thigh, kissing and nibbling as you went. Both hands came up to my breasts, moving the fabric as you touched. My breasts feel out heavy, aching to be touched, the nipples erect. Playing with them, kneading and pinching the pink buds, you kissed over my stomach. Your mouth soon replaced your hands, licking and biting on the tender flesh. While your mouth was busy, your hands went south, moving the fabric of my panties aside and brushing your fingers against my clit. I arched up, moaning silently, and shivered a bit. I knew I was wet which slightly caused me to want to cover myself. Your other hand grabbed both of mine causing me to fight a bit until I realized that you weren't budging. The fingers touching my clit soon went down, entering my canal, while your thumb traced over my clit. I arched harder, moaning louder, and started to move my hips. The hand let go of mine and pinned my hips to the bed, making it so I couldn't move. I growled and wiggled, trying to free myself but there was no freedom to be found as you started to move your fingers in and out slowly while your thumb circled at the same pace. My growls turned into breathy moans. Your pace started to get faster and when I felt like I would cum, you would stop and go slow again. I felt like I was kept on the edge forever, dancing to a tune that only you played. My thighs shook, my breathing was fast, and I kept trying to move my hips whenever you stopped to create some form of friction. After a while of dancing on the edge, you completely removed your fingers, bringing them up to my mouth were I licked them clean. The panties were removed completely and you removed your pants and boxers. In one swift motion you were inside me, causing me to gasp as my walls contracted around you. You went fast, causing me to cling to you as my orgasm came closer and closer. I clawed at you back, and screamed out as the orgasm overcame me. However, you weren't done. You moved, flipping me over to my hands and knees and made sure that the height was good for you to enter. This time, you slowly eased into me, making me moan as each inch caused ripples in my body. After you were in to the hilt, you grabbed my hair, pulling my head back while your other hand went around and played with my clit. You moved slowly, torturing me again as my body spasmed around you, edging closer and closer to the cliff again. As I felt closer and closer to my second orgasm, you picked up until I was almost to the edge. Then you went slowly again, leaning close to me and asking me if I wanted to cum. I grunted at first and you yanked softly on my hair. You asked again and I made a noise of agreement. This time you slapped my ass in response. The third time you asked, I said yes and you started slamming into me, making me go over the edge and screaming into the bed. I felt you spasm inside me and shivered. I collapsed onto the bed with you pulling out and looking down at me with a grin on your face. You softly looked at my body and at me and grabbed me to your body. Making sure I was alright and letting me come back down, I leaned against you tired. I could hear your friends in the background, shouting and screaming something or the other. However, I was content right where I was. The Argument She heard the crunch of gravel in the driveway as he drove up. She glanced at the clock. He was right on time. No excuse to grumble at him, but she felt like grumbling. Couldn't he even give her a good reason to be in a bad mood? The door was opening. She heard him whistling a bit. He was sorting through the mail that she had left on the small table near the front door. The dog scampered into the hallway to greet him. "Hey, boy, what adventures have you had today? That's a good dog." She could tell from the thump, thump, thump of the dog's tail that he was scratching it in its favorite spot just behind the ears. Well, if he thought she'd be giving him a friendly greeting with tail wagging, he had another think coming. After all, she had her pride. He was headed toward the kitchen now. His shoes had been left behind at the door, but she could hear him padding toward her in stockinged feet. "Hey, Sweetie. How'd the day go?" He pulled her back against his chest and she could feel his warm breath at her ear. No, she would not give in so easily. She continued to peel the potatoes as if her life depended on completing the mundane task. "Hmm." He still had his mouth close to her ear. "Maybe you need an injection of happy juice!" She pulled away as his tongue poked into her ear sending little shivers up her spine. She tried not to grin and took a step back saying, "Take your hands off of me you filthy beast!" How could she stand her ground when he stood there with that half grin of his. Honestly, she had a reason for being miffed. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened. He was not taking her seriously at all! "Ah, an exposst neckk!" He lunged for the other side of her neck now. Why hadn't she worn a turtleneck or something instead of the peasant top he liked? Her expanse of skin above the blouse gave him too large a target. Using her forearm to stave off any attacks on her neck, she turned around toward him. He looked at her innocently, yet she could from his downward glance that there was increasing interest. She determined not to give up yet. She pouted. "You men think sex will solve anything!" she rolled her eyes to emphasize her point. At the mention of the word sex, his eyes widened and she could feel her heart beat just a bit faster. But he appeared to be considering her remark and did not pull her closer. "No," he replied, "sometimes you need a toilet plunger..." In spite of her resolve to be aloof, she sputtered a laugh. "How on earth would you use a toilet plunger?" she asked. "Well, not for sex, that's for sure." He moved a step closer and she could see a twinkle in his eyes. "I just don't want you to think sex is the cure for everything." He was leering at her now. "We could try it in the bathroom, though, if you want..." She felt warmth creep up from her legs to her belly. Looking at him and seeing the combination of pure affection and healthy lust in his eyes made her knees weaken. This was dangerous territory. She had to get back to the point she wanted to make. Point out the obvious, then move to a new topic, she thought. "We already do it often enough in the shower. Anyplace else in the bathroom would be… um, exposed." He smiled again and pulled her closer to him. She relented a bit and put her head on his shoulder. She felt secure. Then she remembered and stood upright. She turned back to the potatoes. "Men!" she thought to herself. He stood next to her and started to put away the dishes. At every opportunity he casually touched her-hip, arm, shoulder. She revived her nearly forgotten grumpy state of mind. "So, don't I keep the kitchen clean enough for you that you have to do my job?" He looked at her sideways and raised an eyebrow. "Yup, Maybe I'll have to eat you-er, beat you for it." Hah, she thought. No nibbling on this neck, fellah, until she had made her point. He continued, "Or maybe you could say I'm eliminating excuses for later. Or you could say I'm just being nice because you've had a hard day..." "That's it," she thought. "He acts as if he has no idea about what is wrong." She threw a potato peeling at him. Hadn't he sensed how uncomfortable she had been when that Bonnie Homewrecker Louvesque had cornered them on the way out of church yesterday? She sighed and paused. The potato she had been peeling was now half its original size. She hadn't realized how upset the memory of the conversation had left her. "It's that Bonnie Louvesque woman. She thinks she's so perfect, and the men drool over her." She thought of the petite, bubbly, well-endowed blonde who wore low-cut necklines and found plenty of reasons to bend over to pick things up. She'd seen the eyes of several men follow Bonnie's movements more than once before. "Who's Bonnie Louvwhatsis?" he asked. She ignored his remark. As if he didn't know. Bonnie had batted her perfect eyelashes more than once his way. "Just before you got home she called and had the audacity to ask for my pink goo recipe. And she wanted to know if you could come to her rescue on Friday and work on some "dangerous, scary electricity stuff" that needs to be done before the Chamber of Commerce party that she is throwing. And you do too know who she is." The innocent, gentleman act was not going to help him out here. "Ah, you mean that peroxide blonde who's all air between the ears and all silicone between the shoulders?" he replied. She grinned mentally at his description, but didn't let it show. "I hope you told her I wasn't available." Slightly mollified by his reply, she said, "I told her I'd ask you and she said just to have you call and let her know." She stuck out her lower lip, wishing that she could tell Bonnie a thing or two about staying away from men in general and her man in particular. "Well, call her and tell her I'm indisposed. Or tell her I'm scheduled on Friday-She might not understand the word indisposed. After all, I have a hot date with you that I can't break." he smiled at her again and pulled her toward him. "You don't want to tell her yourself?" she asked, hoping that he would make another crack about what Bonnie lacked. "That's one clutch I want to stay out of. Much prefer your clutches. He tightened his grip on her and she saw the warmth begin to return to his gaze. "You have a potato peel on your arm." she remarked. He held up his arm and reached around her neck to take it, then stuffed it down the front of her blouse. "Ooooooh, you!" she shrieked, and ran out of the kitchen pulling at the ribbon ties of the blouse to retrieve the offending peel. As she did she heard him following her upstairs. Uh-oh. Her heart began to beat more quickly. She knew that the potatoes would have to wait a while because they were going to be practicing some clutching of their own. Chapter two She let him chase her into the bedroom, and stopped just inside the door so he would run into her while she pretended to adjust the ties on her neckline, loosening them and managing to lower the neckline a good three inches in the process. He was alert enough to collide with her gently, and wrapped his arms around her directly under her breasts, pushing them enticingly upward. "Now I've gotchyou, me beauuty," he said in his best pirate accent, "and such a hilly shoreline! I think I'll climb those hills. Mmm." He nuzzled her neck while looking down her cleavage. "Think if I give you a hickey, I can kiss it and make it better? You must have six inches of cleavage, by the way." The argument forgotten, she smirked, "Only six inches?" and arched her back to increase the effect, which was, after all, pretty attention-getting to start with. "And no. Give me a hickey on my nipples instead," and she pulled her neckline down over his hands, exposing her erect nipples. He spun her around and ducked his head to kiss the closest one. The sensation in her loins told her she was quite ready to let him go to town on her nipples, but she decided to play some more, and pushed his head down, leaning on the back of his neck, a breast on each side, and reached under to grab his crotch. "My turn to check you out!" she said, grabbing his already erect member through his pants, making him grunt and her crotch tingle even more. She gasped at the tingle and at his hardness, and her knees felt weak. Not to be outdone, he reached up under her skirt and caressed her pussy with the back of his fingers and slid his other hand onto her butt, pulling her pussy toward his mouth. In reflex, her knees bent, opening the space and giving him better access. They started to lose balance, and he quickly pushed her onto the bed, where she plopped onto her back, the skirt dropping on her legs about mid-thigh. He stood there a moment admiring her slight disarray, curly blonde hair surrounding her head like a halo, one nipple still exposed, the other barely covered, pressing eagerly through the thin fabric of her blouse, legs apart. Smiling seductively at him. "Pull up your skirt," he demanded, "so I can look." Obediently, she reached down and pulled the hem up to her waist, exposing her swollen, clean-shaved folds, already moist with anticipation. He grinned. "Now where's that toilet plunger?" "EEK!" She clamped her legs together and rolled away onto the middle of the bed, where she spread her legs again and re-hitched up her skirt. "You don't need that. You have your own plunger, and I want you to use it." "Okay if I take my pants off first?" "Please do. And your shirt." She admired his trim form as he lowered his pants and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a belly remarkably flat for someone his age. Just looking at him turned her on more, and she spread her legs a little farther apart. "Now get on the bed." It was her turn to give the orders, and he complied with a leering grin. "Let's see. Now where do I go next? Ah! I see a likely place!" and he walked on his knees into the space between her legs and worked his way closer and closer until his erection was less than an inch from her eager pussy. "Now with a toilet plunger you're supposed to be really vigorous, but I think I'll be gentle," and he carefully slid his member over the bare skin of her folds. "You don't have to be quite that gentle, she moaned, moving her hips down and up to coordinate with his up and down. He pressed a little harder, and the end of his manhood began to slip inside the folds of her womanhood. She gasped when he slid over her clit. "You like that? Should I do it some more?" he asked, pretending innocence. "Oh yes! Yes! Please, more!" she begged, putting her hands on her breasts and pinching her nipples while she rocked her hips against him. He began thrusting, alternating between sliding over her clit and plunging deeper and deeper into her. Soon he stayed inside and reached over to use his thumb, sliding it over her clit in time with his thrusts. "Oh yes! yes! Don't stop!" She could feel a climax approaching and the world began to spin. His voice changed as his climax approached, and the sound pushed her over the edge. "AAAAA AAAA!!" she cried out in ecstasy, rocking her hips in time with his primal "Uh uh uh" as he climaxed. They both heaved a big sigh of satisfaction, and after a few moments he plopped over on his side, facing her. He ran his finger along her cheek and said, "You can get mad at me like that any time you want."