EROTICA 1
There was something sweet about her, in manner
and conservative dress, but also something harder below the surface.
That's why he continued to think about her despite the fact she wasn't the
exotic type he usually favored. She was soft spoken, always a ready laugh. She
was soft in features, full breasts and round ass, a perfect pink
skin, like she hadn't seen much sun. Her eyes were always cheerful. A
date was set, it was Saturday night. He would pick her up at her house, very
old fashioned she was. She wouldn’t drive.
He checked his reflection as he got out of the
car, popped a bit of gum and approached her door. It was pretty and unassuming
house, much like its occupant. He knocked on the door, and heard her cheery
shout 'Come on in!' She was excited to see him, as he assumed she would
be.
He stepped in the door, and the lights were low
in the living room. He cast his eyes around the room... and went crashing to
the ground. Someone had come behind him and took his legs out. He felt himself
being turned over quickly and felt a steel handcuff ring his wrist and snap
shut. He pulled his arm back, but it would come; the other shackle was locked
into something heavy.
Flat on his back, he looked up, and she was
standing over him in a silk robe. She looked huge from this angle he looked at
her face, no longer sweet, with just that other, more frightening side
left. He looked up her thighs as they towered over him, up into the curly black
thatch of her pubic hair, up to where her nipples stood straight out,
cutting through the silk robe. She looked down at him and laughed.
'Evening, Lover Boy. Yeah, were not going to
dinner.'
He was shocked. This wasn't what he expected at
all. He tried to move, tried to get up, and she gently pushed at him with her
foot and he crashed down again. He was getting angry, but that seemed to make
her laugh harder. He tried to grab at her, and she moved away deftly, and
brought her foot down onto his free wrist. She stood over him now, his hands
chained out stretched between the handcuff and her foot. And she just looked at
him and laughed.
'Well, more appropriately, I'm not going to
dinner' she said, as she started to drop down on him. She held his wrist and
caught it with her knee as she lowered herself onto him, lowered her heated
wet sex onto his face. This wasn't a request, this wasn't a suggestion.
She ground herself into his upturned mouth, all wild grunts and laughter. He
tried to resist, even tried to plead, but no words came through. She felt him
trying to talk, and opened her legs wider, ground deeper.
The taste of her, amazing, he tried to
resist, but having no choice cleared that up quick. He wasn't in control, and
he had always been in control. This girl didn't understand how it worked.
And she didn't care, she grabbed him by his hair
and raised him head roughly, used his mouth, his tongue like a vibrator, she
wasn't interested in his technique, she was fucking his face, listening to him
try and bargain. She looked down at him laughing now both hands in his
hair, roughly turning his head from side to side between her legs.
And when she rose, he gasped for breath, his
face slick. And she let her robe open just a bit more, her breasts came into
view. Perfect and full, with nipples that were not shy
about showing themselves. It added to the over all vision of her as giant; they
were perfect and effected by gravity, hung, but still quite firm. He gazed up,
hypnotized.
And she stepped back...and walked a circle
around him, looking at his body, at what she wanted next. She let the robe slip
off her shoulders, it fell like slow motion, a quick
image of wings. She crouched down and pulled at the snap of his jeans, the
sound seemed to echo for him. His zipper next, she was slow, in no hurry,
enjoying every second of this; He could fight her, but he would lose. Willingly.
She reached the bottom of his zipper and started
pulling at his waistband, pulling his jeans down, exposing his long, growing
prick to the light. It was jumping, leaping, it was in
love with her, even as his heart and head were a bit scared for their life. He
resisted, held his thighs tight so she couldn't get the waistband down. She
grabbed him by the nipple through the shirt and he winced and relaxed. The
jeans went down to his knees, additionally trapping him in his own pants. And
she pulled down his sheer briefs to complete his capture.
She looked in his face, a sneer... teasing,
hungry, sarcastic. He felt himself grow longer, his
manhood reaching for her, aching for her. His cock was close to her
breasts, where it so desperately wanted to plunge.
'Mmmmm... you like those, Lover boy? Lets see.'
And she dropped down more and scooped a bottle
of oil, applied liberally to his prick and started to stroke him, slowly,
keeping her eyes on his face. His head rolled back at the first touch, she had
him. She lowered herself more and adjusted herself; no more need to hold
his wrist, he wasn't going anywhere. She positioned him between her breasts and
rose and fell with him between them; it was an amazing sensation for him, the
heat of her breasts, the cool air, repeated, repeated. He could feel her nipple
graze the side of his molten cock, like the softest finger scratch. She
continued this till he stopped fighting completely, till he was struck dumb and
lip quivering. She took the head in her mouth and pressed her breasts around
his pole tight. She tasted a solitary taste of pre cum, and that was all it
took.
She lifted herself and stood. Looked down at
him, his eyes closed, sort of glazed, his cock standing at attention, prepared
to offer her anything. And she took it. She lowered herself onto him, and felt
him deep inside her. He gasped, he moaned at the heat, at the frustration. She rose her pussy up quick... and a slow lowering again. She
felt him contract in her, and it made her contract in turn; she was so close to
coming, but so was he. She ground into him, back and forth, with an increasing
speed, increasing volume. She yelled and he moaned, she lowered her breast to
his mouth which he licked at hungrily, taking a nipple in his teeth, a small
bite. She moaned louder. He brought his free hand to her oil soaked breast,
held her weight as the oil covered his hand. She reached behind and stoked his balls,
and he started to buck under her and she started to buck right back, they both
were screaming now.
And when he came (first) it was deep inside her,
it set off her own and she bucked and shook and held her self up with her arms,
she lost all body control.
'Now, Lover Boy. How about fixing us
something to eat'. And he did.