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I’ve been waiting for this party for weeks. It was my boyfriend’s best friend’s birthday and I was new to the company so I wanted to look my best. The biggest problem was finding something to wear, but this time I solved it quite successfully. After a short while, I was looking at myself in the large mirror: black high heels, black stockings, a black, thin dress with a deep neckline that beautifully wraped my figure, and playfully messy curls covering my shoulders.
I smiled to myself, cheering myself up while my boyfriend was still in his shorts sitting in front of the TV. He slowly got up, looked at me, but went to get dressed without saying anything. Today I wanted to surprise him more than ever. “I’ll go too,” I playfully announced. However, such an offer did not elicit an enthusiastic response either, and I heard only a cold “okay” coming from the bathroom.
But my feelings were the opposite. As soon as I saw him dressed up, my elated mood took on a sexy tone. The aroma of his perfume quickly invaded my mind. Whether it was intentional or not, we were a perfect match and it took my breath away to see my beloved in black.
***
It was time to go, and soon we dived like two shadows of the night into the darkness of the evening. The car wasn’t even warmed up when we reached our destination. With difficulty I got him to give me his hand, so as not to wrap my neck in the hard-trodden, slippery snow. He continued to be strangely silent. We were not the last, but not the first – the room was full and the party had already started. The host welcomed us with a big smile, we immediately got rid of our coats and, after giving him a witty gift, we flowed into the crowd.
After a short while, we were involuntarily dragged to different sides of the house – we completely indifferent parted again, but there was no time to look for reasons. He seemed to enjoy his friend’s company and I was pleasantly surprised to get compliments on how hot I looked. My self-confidence only grew: I felt that most of the guests followed my silhouette with their eyes. Unfortunately, I was disappointed when I didn’t get the same look from him. He seemed to be deliberately standing with his back to me and talking intensely to his best friend as if they hadn’t seen each other in forever…
***
At last he came upon me like a bullet, and without a word dragged me out of the room, and taking me to the darkest corner of the hall, roughly pressed me against the wall, and grabbed me by the chin: “What is this show?” His deep and muffled voice rippled through my body with fearful excitement. Before I could meet his eyes, I felt his hot breath right by my ear, and the short bristles of his beard only made my already electrified body even more excited. I couldn’t say a word, my whole body was numb with a mixture of surprise, fear and excitement.
He had no intention of speaking… Soon I felt his warm hand slide down my bare thigh and his fingers pushed aside my panties without any waiting and got deep into me. I was taken by surprise, I leaned firmly against the wall and after a few moments he was already irritating my pleasure spot with his fingertips. I knew we could be caught at any moment, but I didn’t want him to stop. Biting my bottom lip, I thrust into his shoulder, but as soon as I felt I was close to climaxing, he stopped.
***
He pulled back a little, crouched down and started to pull off my wet panties. He wiped his fingers on them. I wanted to resist, but one commanding look from him was enough for me to obey. He stood up, put my underwear in his pocket and muttered, “That’s enough, let’s go home.”
I had no doubt that my cheeks were burning with excitement, but there was no time to cool down – I hurried after him without looking up at the guests. He said goodbye to his best friend, explaining that some unforeseen problems had arisen. He rushed out without even helping me put on my coat.
As I trudged along the frozen sidewalk, I felt the cold air swirl around my bare thighs and down to my crotch. Of course, the ride was also different. He was silent all the way and didn’t even look at me. I remained silent and shyly put my legs together so as not to lose control and finish what he had started. Hesitantly, I looked at his profile. He was neither concerned nor angry, just different than always. It was scary and exciting at the same time. He was silent all the way home, including in the elevator and after entering the apartment. I was also silent.
After kicking off my shoes and hanging up my coat, I rushed to the bedroom to take off my new dress as quickly as possible before leaving any stains on it. And there I stood – in front of the same mirror – in just my stockings and bra, wondering where my robe was. On my way to the bathroom, I heard his footsteps very close and gasped painfully as he pushed me onto the bed. That’s how I fell: face down and bare bottom up. I would have stood up and finally offered to find out what was going on here, but there was not enough time.
***
He laid me down and spread my legs. My heart was pounding like crazy. He aimed carefully and entered me in one swift movement. Everything was shaking hot and wet. My eyes seem to pop out of their sockets. He treated me like an animal without expecting anything in return. Pleasure, amazement, and fear battled within me, alternately sending fiery waves through my body. His rhythm and breathing became faster and faster, and I felt that he was about to cum. To my surprise, I felt him roughly pull my hair, sending me to the heights of pleasure. He couldn’t take it any longer and his cum pumped into me in several splashes like he had never done before.
***
Panting, he fell onto his back next to me and finally smiled—the man I love was finally back. “Get over here!” – and I obediently curled up next to him again, hoping for an explanation. He stroked my hair gently and spoke in the same low but now slightly muffled voice, “You were so confident and stunningly beautiful today. Just seeing you, I didn’t want to go anywhere anymore… And I wanted to remind you that you are mine. Only mine!”
She came into the room and sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and our lips met passionately. Sitting on my lap in her sexy leggings, kissing me and moving lightly, she slowly warmed my blood. The sports bra only highlighted her breasts and allowed her divine body to be admired without covering her stomach. She is the perfect epitome of feminine beauty… Especially now, fresh from the gym, with hair still moist from the shower. “Looks like someone is happy to see me…” she said, enthusiastically rolling her hips in my lap.
She looked straight into my eyes with such love and lust that I got goosebumps and my heart started beating faster. Without saying a word, she stood facing me, leaned against the arms of the chair, allowing me a closer look at her cleavage, and slowly, seductively knelt down between my legs. After a moment she eagerly grabbed the waistband of my pants and it immediately slid down my legs along with the pants.
She took my cock in her hand and looked at me, “You have no idea how much your arousal turns me on!”
***
I just shook my head and widened my eyes in surprise as she started stroking my cock. A simple blowjob was not a very frequent thing for us, and even more so when it was so unexpected. I didn’t even really want it at the moment… As soon as I saw her in the doorway, I wanted to drag her to bed, slowly undress her and enjoy her wonderful body. But she obviously had a completely different scenario in mind, and even though my love stick was already rock hard, she kissed it, licked it and caressed it so gently as if it was the most important object in the world. Every time she looked at me with her fabulous eyes, my heart started beating faster.
She stopped, pulled my hips closer to the edge of the chair and gently wrapped her lips around the head of my stiff cock. She looked into my eyes again and slowly took it deeper and deeper. As deep as she could. After holding it in her neck for a while, she took turns slowly pulling it out and licking only the head.
“Honey…” I tried to warn her that I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Shhh…” she breathed out and smiled at me. – “Let me enjoy you. I know you like it.”
She swallowed it again. Slow and seductive. Then, a little faster, she let her lips travel back and forth. I grabbed her hair moving it away from her face. Now her hand caressed my balls as well and alternately stimulated my throbbing cock with her mouth.
“Honey…” I breathed out again, feeling the inevitable coming. It was such a pleasant but sad moment at the same time, because I knew that the unique pleasure was about to end.
She held out her index finger as a sign for me to shut up. I shut up. My legs were shaking and my toes felt like they were going to screw into the floorboards. I gripped the armrests so hard that my hands went numb. I tried with all my might to stop ejaculation, fighting the inevitable, only to prolong this wonderful feeling throughout my body. A little more, not yet. No…
***
“Oh god…” I gasped deeply as my entire body stiffened from her caresses, moments before my seed splashed out. I tried to push her head back again, but she slapped my arm and looked me in the eye with such a look that I stopped resisting.
Once when I accidentally cum in her mouth she got mad and it was clear that it would never happen again. And of course I never did that again. Only this time was different…
“I’M CUMMING!” I screamed, and like lightning my hot euphoria poured from my bone marrow, through my spine, through my tense testicles, and through my throbbing cock into her mouth. Explosion after explosion. And so I slid between her lips until an agonizingly wonderful feeling of satisfaction washed over my body.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks pulled in and I felt that she swallowed it. Swallowed! She took my essence into her body completely, without compromise. She licked her lips, stood up and kissed me with her wet, hot lips. I enjoyed the familiar salty taste on her moving tongue.
She stepped back and asked sweetly, “You must be hungry? All day at the computer… I’ll make you something”…
She, the new student, was late again. I hate having my authority ignored. It wasn’t like the others ignored me too, though. There were also students who with interest listened to every word I said.
She always sat in the front row and watched me with a cold expression on her face or simply drew erotic cartoons of me in her notebook. This student answered the questions briefly and never asked anything herself. Always arrived late and never stayed longer.
***
She entered the office without knocking. I waited. I was waiting for a student who had secretly provoked me for half a year and had finally reached the limit. I couldn’t complain about her other work – everything was done on time and quite well. But the last one knocked me off my feet. She wrote an essay to express her contempt for me.
I had to admit that the text was really literary strong, suggestive and shocking, but inappropriate. I panicked as soon as I started reading. The only relief was that this student had written the essay during the lecture, so no one else could have seen it. I read and marveled at how accurately she described my gestures, captured glances, and how calibrated she was trying to guess my emotions.
She wrote about me as a quiet man who dreams about young girls. I won’t even dare to argue about what was real here and what was fiction. Halfway through the essay, my body tensed, and as her disgust grew, so did my erection.
When she came in, my body reacted the same way, so I wasn’t even going to get up from the table. She closed the door and sat down in her favorite spot, casually dropping her backpack on the nearest chair. I was silent, arms crossed over my chest. Without saying anything, she started peeling the banana she had brought with her. We looked at each other and remained silent until she began to lick it demonstratively. Without looking away, but only looking intently and smiling. My thing was getting harder by the minute. Her tongue traveled over the banana the way penises are satisfied in the most shameless porn tapes.
In the quiet room, I heard not only the sound of her mouth and saliva, but also my own rapid breathing. I panicked. I got up and locked the door from the inside. It calmed down a bit, but she only got more excited. She spread her legs and started stroking her crotch through her panties. I went back to my desk and leaned against it. We were separated by less than two meters. The erection in my pants was already more than obvious.
The student propped one leg up on the chair and pulled her panties to the side, still licking and sucking the banana. I could see her little pink vagina, I could see the glittering wetness between them. I could even smell it and it made me dizzy. She put her fingers deep, deep inside of her, and I innocently stroked my cock that was stuck in my pants. She was enjoying my pain, there’s no other way to say it.
***
“Take off your clothes!” I said in a loud, stern tone and received no resistance. She placed the fruit on the table and, with still eyes looked into my eyes, and began to unbutton her shirt. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my blood soaked thing. She licked her lips and I dared to touch myself. I slowly caressed my penis while the student slowly undressed. On her own initiative, she stood next to her desk and placed her shirt on the chair. Her skirt slowly slipped over her long legs. That calmness, composure… if it weren’t for the blush on her cheeks, I’d say she doesn’t feel anything.
“All of it!” I said, maybe not so commandingly anymore, but she quickly obeyed. After a moment, the bra and panties were also lying on the chair. In front of me stood a naked young girl who gave me such a look that I still felt humiliated. Her hair reached her shoulders. Pink lips, pale skin, dark nipples and a narrow, dark line of hair between the long legs. A seemingly innocent creature, but somehow devilish.
I thought how to vent my anger. I wanted to put my cock in her mouth but I was afraid she would bite.
I ordered her to lean against the table next to me. She bent over, spreading her chubby bottom, and my cock twitched in pleasure.
***
As I got closer, I could smell her body odor even more strongly. I wanted to caress her, kiss her, lick her… I ran my hand over her buttock, slapped it hard. She gasped piteously. “Count!” I said, putting all my fury into my voice. “One,” she breathed out softly. This was followed by another spank. “Two,” she gasped even more miserably. And again. Spank. “Three,” I could feel her trying to control herself, biting her lip to keep from crying. The next spank followed. “Four,” she breathed out hurriedly. Spank. “Five,” it sounded a little softer. Spank. “Six,” I couldn’t see her face, but I suspected she was crying.
I caressed the pink burning palm print on her white skin and my fingers wandered to her pussy. I was mesmerized by the silky smoothness of her skin. Tingles flashed through my body.
I had to use my free hand to wipe the sperm that was on the tip of my cock. That drop of moisture just tempted to enter her virgina. I had to stop myself. Another juicy spank to her chubby bottom. “Seven,” the student panted. I was angry because I wanted her. Spank. “Eight,” she said again with tears in her eyes and I wanted to stroke her again. No. Spank. “Nine,” she panted from this really hard hit. I felt no regret.
I thought I wouldn’t last much longer. I took my penis in my hand, which was hot from the spanking, and relaxed. A few moments later, as the head of my penis hit her red ass, I reached ecstasy. She stood still, but I felt her thighs squeeze together rhythmically – apparently I wasn’t the only one who liked it.
***
Taking her panties, I wiped the cum from her bottom in them and placed them on the table next to her face. I wanted her to memorize my scent. I was a little scared when I saw the tears on her cheeks, but after a moment she stood up and looked at me again with the same ignorant expression. A red face, compromised, tarnished, but still unbreakable. “That’s all?” she asked in a trembling voice. “That’s all. Nine,” I said, buttoning my pants and not looking at her anymore, “There will be no ten, due to content. You understand, don’t you?” I opened the window and breathed in the fresh air.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her getting dressed but leaving her panties on the table. I didn’t say anything. Taking a loud, deep breath, she said goodbye in a pitiful voice. I replied with the same. I heard how she unlocks, opens and closes the door. I sighed. My thing was still erected and the smell of sex in the air made my blood boil. I felt alive and strong. And a little distracted. I packed my things to go home.
Next to the panties, I noticed a piece of paper torn from a notebook with one of those drawings of my big, sinewy cock almost as long as my legs. Beneath there was a phone number and the words: “Just what I expected.” My blood was boiling. I put the note in my briefcase, unbuttoned my pants and sat down. That girl was playing with me, making me think I could control everything. Oh… I felt insulted again, but the rage within me pulsed with great passion.
If you haven’t had sex in a year, or even longer than that, even after a long break women still have completely instinctive, animalistic desire to notice the strongest and most masculine male in a group of men.
People had already started to gather. She could not see them, but she could hear the growing chatter, along with the hollow drums sounds and the melody of bagpipes.
With fingers trembling from excitement, Mia finished wrapping the anklets and shoved her feet into low soft leather boots. It was still necessary to fasten the woven belt and deal with the brooches so that the dark blue cloak would stay in place.
– Take the crown! – Liv ran in, completely out of breath. – I also brought the rings. Hurry up!
– Wow, this thing is heavy! – Mia said when the crown snuggled against the linen headdress. – I don’t understand how I will survive with all those bronze rattles and layers of clothes – it’s about 30 degrees in the sun!
– And how did women cope with it in the old days? – Liv said, hastily helping her friend with the clothes, then took a step back and looked at her.
– Well, how do I look?
– Great! See for yourself!
Mia stood in front of the mirror. What she saw was seemingly well-known, yet strange woman in an archaeological folk costume, decorated with countless bronze jewelry.
– A real ruler, – Liv smiled approvingly and winked. – Your Lord will like it.
– The what? – Mia did not understand.
– Jake! I just introduced you, remember?
– I remember, I remember… the ruler of Jersika, – Mia smiled.
***
For several years now, a festival dedicated to history has been held here in the middle of summer, and every year the group of interested people came to watch. People gathered for two days to listen to folk music, taste different foods, watch craftsmans demonstrate their skills, buy some useful things from merchants, and watch an open-air performance. This year the festival was dedicated to the 13th century, and the performance was accordingly planned as a reconstruction of the event of that time. German crusaders attacked Jersika. Its ruler Visvaldis and his people defended themselves heroically, but lost the battle, and the invaders took the ruler’s wife captive. In order to get her back, Visvaldis had to pledge allegiance to Bishop Albert and become his vassal.
Just yesterday, Mia had thought that she would have fun in the audience, but then her friend Liv called – she was involved in organizing the festival’s performance – and desperately asked Mia to help her and jump into the role of the lords wife. The previous actress had unfortunately broken her leg, and according to Liv, no other beautiful, graceful woman who would not be afraid of public speaking could be found right now.
After a short discussion, Mia had agreed. She had to be introduced to the script. This morning she met the actors of other roles, and tried the play once. It was a simple role and didn’t require significant acting skills, but, a moment before the start of the performance Mia felt such a fever that she almost felt sick.
***
– Let’s start! – someone called out.
– Come on! – Liv hurried and dragged Mia with her.
There was a crowd of spectators sitting on the grass. There was a palace nailed together from some boards, actually – one of its walls. When Mia, holding hands with Jake, the ruler of the Jersika, stepped up to appear in one of the palace windows and waved royally to the audience, the decoration swayed dangerously, but, thank god, did not collapse.
Trumpet sounds announcing the approach of the enemy, and about twenty crusaders appeared in front of the castle. Bishop Albert and about five other swordsmen were riding horses, the others were running on foot, swinging their weapons in the air. The ruler of Jersika ordered his soldiers to defend themselves and drive out the enemy.
Mia had already seen them in previous festivals, but watching the fighters so close was something else. Metal clattered against metal, horseshoes and wooden shields clattered hollowly, men let out furious roars, battle cries, and the battlefield quickly got really hot, not just from the sun. She could hear the guys wheezing with effort, smell their sweat and feel the adrenaline building up.
– Hey, this is an excellent fight, – Liv smiled, standing next to Mia.
The audience also appreciated the realistic battle scene, giving the fighters loud cheers and applause.
According to the script, Mia – the ruler of Jersika – had to stand in the window of the castle and watch with fearful eyes how her husband was doing in the battle. However, she caught herself more than once that her gaze lingered longer on one of the horsemen. The dark-brown crusader, sitting on the back of a restless horse, held firmly and majestically in the saddle, with one hand tightly holding the harness, and with the other swinging his long sword.
His sword cuts were made with such force and skill that it seemed that the crusader was about to really injure or even kill someone. There was something devilishly dangerous and at the same time strangely captivating about this man’s movements, and Mia felt like she was watching some graceful predator. When someone like that goes out hunting, maybe it’s even a pleasure to become his prey, Mia thought, immediately feeling a little ashamed of her thought.
This is what it means if women haven’t had sex in a year!
She felt completely instinctive, animalistic desire to notice the strongest, stateliest and most masculine male in a group of men. Mia bit her lip to force herself to think about something else, but it wasn’t that easy. Especially since the skillful crusader was looking in her direction. The man’s face was completely covered by the helmet, and it was not even possible to see his eyes in its narrow gap, but Mia thought she felt the gaze of the crusader pass over her – close and appraising.
***
When most of the defenders of the castle were already lying motionless on the ground in pools of artificial blood, one of the attackers jumped up to the castle with a burning torch and set it on fire. Because the scenery had been swept with fuel before, mighty flames immediately shot into the air.
Visvaldis with the remaining defenders of the castle rushed to the boats to escape.
– What are you doing?! Let’s run! – Liv called out to Mia, who was still looking at the crusader.
Both of them, together with the other fleeing people of the castle, ran to the boats, shouting and wailing loudly. Mia felt almost truly scared, because the glow of the fire and the stinging smoke in her eyes only intensified the sense of reality conjured up by the cruel battle before. Mia ran as fast as she could, knowing full well that according to the script, the crusaders would immediately catch her and take her prisoner. She knew, but she screamed loudly in fright, suddenly feeling the grip of a merciless, heavy hand, which lifted her into the air, throwing her lying down on the back of a galloping horse. She was hanging upside down over a rider’s lap and heard the crowd gasp as her captor playfully yet hard slapped her ass with his palm.
Having galloped past the excited spectators with his trophy, the kidnapper turned his horse sharply, cut his heels into its side and galloped along the river, soon disappearing behind a small hill.
– Well, you can let me go now! – Mia called out. Hanging by the side of a galloping horse in such a humiliating position was no longer bearable. But the rider probably didn’t hear her, because he didn’t make the horse stop and didn’t let Mia out of his strong grip.
– Hey, are you deaf?! – she called out in a louder voice. – Let me go!
He still pretended not to hear her, the horse continued to gallop, and Mia was afraid to resist, lest, god forbid, she might fall and break something.
Suddenly, Mia felt the man’s hand touch her bottom and lay tightly on it again. This time it wasn’t a playful slap, the palm slowly and shamelessly squeezed one cheek.
The firm fingers slipped through the layers of fabric between the ass cheeks.
– Stop it! What are you doing?! – she screamed and tried to get free. It is better to fall off a horse than to be touched by some pervert!
The horse suddenly stopped, the rider grabbed Mia under her armpits and slowly slid down the animal’s warm side until her feet hit the ground. She glared at her captor. Looking up into the sun, a dark silhouette loomed above her on horseback. Mia instinctively wanted to run, but got tangled in the long brunches and fell. The ground rumbled as the rider jumped from his horse. He held out a hand to help her up, but Mia pretended not to notice and awkwardly stood up by herself.
Standing next to him, the man seemed massive. Only then she recognized him – it was the crusader she was watching on the battlefield.
***
– I saw how you looked at me earlier – his voice sounded hollow and defiant under the helmet.
– This does not give you the right to touch me, – Mia hissed furiously.
– I was just following the script, – he seemed to be smiling.
– Then our scenarios are fundamentally different!
She quickly turned and walked away, but the crusader grabbed her arm.
– Where are you going?
– Back! – Mia tried to get away.
– As far as I know, you don’t have to appear in the performance anymore. At this moment, Visvaldis is humiliated and falls on his knees in front of Bishop Albert and agrees to be his subordinate. The audience applauds and storms to their barbecue and beer tents. We don’t have to be there.
– What do you want? – she tried to sound mad, but rather she sounded nervous and scared. That’s exactly how she felt right now.
– Help me get out of the armor. It’s difficult…
Mia looked at him suspiciously.
– Pease? – the man added.
Hesitating a little bit, Mia reached out, grabbed the crusader’s helmet with both hands and pulled it off, intrigued to see what is beneath it. Dark blue eyes were staring at her, over which fell strands of dark hair. The strong chin and masculine jawline were covered with short beard. Damn he was hot!
– My name is Elijah – the crusader said.
– I’m Mia.
He unbuckled and tossed the arm guards into the grass, then did the same to the leather belt. After that he asked Mia to help him get out of the armor.
The body armor was made of tiny steel rings and must have weighed more than ten kilograms. Mia was amazed.
– How could you fight in that?
– I’m used to it, – Elijah replied and took off his sweaty linen shirt, revealing a brown tanned muscular torso to the sun and Mia’s eyes. A path of dark hair stretched over the flat stomach below the belly button, intriguingly ending at the waste line.
– You naughty girl! – the man’s voice sounded a little hoarse. He had followed Mia’s gaze.
– What are you talking about?! – she wanted to deny her actions, but she couldn’t turn away when the crusader got rid of his last piece of clothing and now stood in front of her completely naked, smelling like sweat of the battle and the heat of the sun, horse and musk. The predator revealed itself to the rabbit, unhesitatingly preparing to attack.
Mia thought that she could still leave. However, she didn’t want to leave. It felt so indescribably good to feel desired and wanted by a strong, handsome man. There was no doubt at the moment that Elijah wanted her.
In a thicket of dark, curly hair, his penis was thrusting towards her, obviously getting harder by the moment.
– I want you, – the crusader announced domineeringly, and his hands slowly and somewhat clumsily undid the brooches, freeing Mia from the cloak, long skirt, and her linen shirt.
– You don’t follow the style of the 13th century, – he sneered, giving a dark look of lust to her white lace bra and airy panties.
The crusader’s hands caressed her breasts covered in lace, cautiously at first, but then more and more confidently. Then, taking them out of the bra, he bent down to suck on her pink nipples, which had already become quite hard.
Mia stroked his hair, his scruffy, broad, muscular shoulders and gasped loudly as his hand caressingly slid down to dive under her panties. This man knew what he was doing, oh yes, and within moments the narrow strip of cloth between the woman’s legs was completely wet. His fingers continued to work rhythmically, and Mia’s knees wobbled. It became more and more difficult to stand. Sensing this, Elijah laid her down on the pile of clothes thrown on the ground. With impatient movements he freed her from her panties and spread her legs.
His sword was fiery hot and large, pleasantly filling and satisfying, forcing her to submissively follow his rhythm, finally dissolving into blinding white sunlight somewhere high, high above the fluffy summer clouds.
***
The horse, having already eaten the lush grass, interestedly bent his head between the noticeably shriveled sedges to see what those people were doing there for so long.
– Don’t peek! – the man’s voice growled, and the horse’s muzzle was mercilessly pushed off. The animal spluttered and went sideways. It is clear that no one will climb on his back for a while.
– You know, – Elijah spoke quietly in Mia’s ear, circling one of her nipples with his finger. – Next week, a similar festival will be held. I’ll be a Viking there. Will you come?
– No, – she smiled, fulfilled and satisfied. – I only sleep with crusaders…
There are things – intoxicatingly beautiful and astonishing – that a continuation would only mess up.
They moved out a while ago, but I still remember and will always remember her. Olivia. How interesting the letters of her name slide over my tongue .. I remember the magic of everything.
Olivia is a sexy blonde with blue eyes and full lips, and when a man sees her, only one thought comes to mind. She used to dance, so it’s no wonder she has such beautiful legs and that butt… Oh my! She was married with no children.
Interestingly, despite her hair color, she had a sharp mind and stunning intuition. Her friends envied her looks, but the men only saw her looks. She looked great, elegant and unavailable in any circumstances and at any time. Because of her sexuality, men lost their minds! But I had the opportunity to admire her when I met her in the stairwell… She smelled so good! It was so erotic… When we got in an elevator together, I got erection every time, and just because of her smell…
Once I happened to take Olivia from the store to our house. And, when she leaned over to pick up her bags, I saw her glorious breasts in the neckline of her shirt… These charming shapes right in front of my face. It excited me so much that the heat went through my body – from top to bottom – “beating” right through my penis, which momentarily burst and wanted to get out of my pants. My cheeks blushed. She left, but her sexy image stood before my eyes for a long time…
***
I wanted her strongly, but it was not possible. Until I heard a call at the door of my apartment. I opened the door and there she was… In all of her glory…
-John, can you help me? I have shopping bags downstairs, I hurt my back, I am in a lot of pain, I couldn’t bring them upstairs. Will you help?
Will I help? I could carry her up and down the stairs. Very soon the bags stood on the doorstep, and Olivia leaned against the wall. She looked at me with a friendly but flirtatious look and said, “Maybe you want to come in for coffee?” Of course, I immediately agreed.
We entered her apartment. Everything was so bright, tidy and smelled like her… There was not even a feeling that a man lives here. She made us coffee and went to another room. After a moment, she returned, but this time she was only dressed in a robe – so thin that I could see her mature breasts pushing through it. Of course, my penis immediately referred to this.
She thought everything was fine and felt like home, because, well, it was her home. Only her back pain did not relieve. She asked if I could give her a massage. Yes, I can!
I grabbed her around waist, asked her to relax and laid her on the floor, face down. She took the robe to the bottom and, oh, how beautiful was her back – I began to caress it – from her shoulders, slowly down her spine, to her lovely lower back. She slept quietly, so vulnerable… My hands slid over her body, I also started massaging her bottom and legs. What stopped me from moving on? My penis signaled that everything would be over immediately if I didn’t stop right away. So I stopped.
“Can I get up?” She asked. Of course! Only as she got up from the floor, her robe stayed on the floor. She was standing completely naked in front of me. So beautiful… perfection. I came instantly. I felt weak and ashamed, so I said I had to go home.
***
It hadn’t even been an hour as I heard call at my door. I opened it and there she stood. In her bathrobe, with two cups of coffee in her hands. “We didn’t finish what we started,” she determined and came inside. I felt my dick break out of my pants again, but this time I promised myself that it wouldn’t end so quickly.
Olivia put a cup of coffee in front of me. The aroma of coffee, her hair and body stunned me. And those breasts that just poped out of the robe. She sat next to me – her beautiful profile, lips – and then I realized – now I can hug her and kiss her. I was gentle but insistent. She froze a little and after a while her arms were already around me, her sweet lips answered mine and I was already taking her to the bedroom.
Then everything happened like in a fog. My head turns, I’m completely excited, we’re both naked, I caress her breasts and I can finally taste them too. I can smell her aroused body, heavy breathing and a slight twitch. Then I carefully spread her soft legs and went into her soft vagina. It was like an electric shock, my dick seemed to be literally burning! We were both in ecstasy for a long time and quickly reached the wonderful final, the pinnacle of pleasure… We almost finished together… How she cried and gasped…
We slept for a long time, I was not able to break away from her body. Then she whispers in my ear: “We didn’t drink coffee either.” We got up and went to the kitchen, where we talked for a long time. Then she laid down on the couch and asked me to massage her back. How can I refuse?
I started massaging her back lightly and slowly slid to the bottom. I decided to use my tongue and torture her lustful body a little. Olivia flexed in all sorts and gasped so sweetly… So sweet that my dick was already exploding under the pressure, and I re-entered her with great pleasure. I caressed her clit, enjoyed her body and felt how much euphoria she can give.
It was more than the fulfillment of my dream and sexual fantasies. What a pleasure she gave me!
The next day I still couldn’t believe that it happened. I slept in bed all day and hoped it might happen again. It wasn’t until a few days later that I found out that she and her husband had left. Where? Who knows?… But in my memories she is and will always be my ideal woman that I was able to enjoy…
Bright morning sun is shining on my face, and I curse because I forgot to close the curtains last night, even though this is not my room or my bed, not even the clothes I’m wearing at the moment. I look at my friend sleeping on the couch. We are just friends (remember that!). Luckily, he’s asleep, so I can do my morning routine, without which I can’t start the day. No, I don’t “play” with myself, oh you kinky guys!
After putting my blonde curls in a ponytail, I turn on the fantastic Lenny Kravitz – Fly Away. I listen to music and move in bed, completely forgetting where I am. I uncover one leg and exercise it, then the other, and then do bridge, but my bed is too soft so I lose my balance and collapse on it. Then I get out of bed and move my hips further to the rhythm of the music.
***
I continue my pleasures until the moment I feel a piercing look in my back. It’s his gaze that has been studying me all this time. I take a pillow from my bed and just throw him with it, but then I lose my balance, I fall back into bed and start laughing. I take out my headphones to tell him, “It’s not fair! You tricked me! ” and realize how childish this sounds, so I start laughing again.
“But who said I’m fair?” he asks with a more serious look. I stop laughing and get up to go to the kitchen to bake an omelette. “Are you going to kitchen looking like this? I don’t mind that there is a woman in my apartment, dressed in a short top and boxer shorts, but it is unlikely that the other ladies in this apartment will be at peace whet their boyfriends see you like this.”
I look back at him, put my headphones back in my ears, turn on My Darkest Day – Porn Star Dancing, and demonstratively go to the kitchen. To let someone determine what I can or can’t do in the morning? This is my ritual, and no one will take it away from me. I live by my own rules!
Although this man is like the most delicious candy, which I would like to lick and surround with my lips, until every place of his body is tasted. I want to stand in front of him and put my nails through his back, because I know it won’t hurt him, he’ll just purr like a cat. I would like to drop a water on his shoulder and see it glide over his strong chest and then drop further onto his beautiful core muscles. At the end, when the drop would be below his waist, I would squat down and gently catch it with my tongue.
***
I don’t notice that I have stopped at the kitchen door while I let my fantasies run. I enter the kitchen and make the water boil with an obscene smile. Papa Roach is playing – Hollywood Whore, and I continue rhythmic movements with my hips. I start cooking my favorite breakfast omelet. The music dominates my body and makes my hips and chest move in waves. I turn to go to the stove, but I get scared, because he is already there, smiling, teasingly, looking me straight in the eyes. I just want to slip my fingers into his dark hair and gently pull them.
“Damn it! You know I don’t like when you do that. It’s not funny,” I say, crossing my arms angrily, although I’m lying a little. He bends over and puts his strong hands on the table behind me to drive me into the trap. “I know one more thing about you, baby. You are very ticklish, and when I tickle you, you just can’t stop laughing and bending, and you always think that you are able to control my hands,” he shakes his hands quickly to scare me. Suddenly he presses his leg between my legs, spreading them wider: “This is a good song I hear in your headphones. Can I listen?” He may not even ask! He could take whatever he desires – at this point I don’t even know if I mean headphones or anything else!?
I try to push him away with my hands and touch his body. My hands are literally melting like wax in flames, but I try to resist. He raises me with his hands and sits on the table. A quiet scream comes out of my mouth. He puts his nose to mine and slowly licks my upper lip with his tongue. I back off. He leans even closer and further until our lips are only a millimeter apart, and our bodies are touching. With one hand, he removes hair band from my hair, gently strokes my neck and kisses it. He draws a line with his tongue vertically over my neck, gently biting my earlobe.
“Get ready, baby! You will feel something unique… only I can give it to you,” and he begins to tickle me. I laugh and try to bite him, but it just seems to amuse him even more. I feel his hands relax and I push him aside. I manage to run to his room as if to escape, but as a result I am trapped again. Yes, my subconscious is playing with me. I know that the real game will begin now!
***
I feel my rapid heartbeat as I press against the closet. I take a deep breath because of a lack of air. He runs into the room, just as fast he runs over the bed to get to me. He smiles like a beast and flames are burning in his eyes.
Supporting his hands on both sides of me, he presses close to me saying, “I was being serious!”
After a moment, he lowers his right hand. He looks me in the eye and smiles like a winner. His fingertips are touching my knee, sliding slowly over my thigh until they stop at the edge of my panties. The tension is so great that I can’t keep biting my lower lip. At that moment, his finger slips into the most pulsating and delicate place. He grunts in satisfaction and adds another finger. With the same hand, he lifts me up, leaving his fingers in me. I want to arch my back, but I can’t because of the closet behind me, which makes me angry, and I growl at him, hugging him with my feet. After a moment of pleasure, he drops me back to ground. My legs are trembling. He removes his fingers and pinches them over my body and then puts them on his lips.
With a smile on his face, he touches his fingers with the tip of his tongue and puts it in his mouth, feeling the sweetness of my lust. I press my hips against him. He grabs my ass with his big palms, lifting me up, laying me on the bed and lying on me with his trained body, pressing me tightly with all his weight. He kisses my neck insanely, he tears off my top and continues to cover my body with kisses – shoulders, swollen breasts, restless hips, thighs… I am left without panties and his tongue starts playing around my clit. I put my feet on his shoulders and with one hand I grab his hair and put the other one in his free hand. Our fingers tangle and it hurts, but the pain borders with intense pleasure. The lust is so strong that the pleasure mixes with pain.
***
With his tongue slipping as deep as possible into me, he grabs my pussy lips with his lips pulling out his tongue at that exact moment. My body bends and screams from the pleasure. Sitting up, I grab him by the chin with my hand and pull myself closer to kiss him. I kiss him pushing him to the floor. As I bite and kiss his chest, I grab his belt, which is literally bursting open. His dick strives for my lips in complete happiness.
At first, I just grasp his treasure with my lips and let them down gently, moistening it all the way. Lifting my head up, I add a circular tongue motions. I look into his eyes to see his excitement increase with each passing moment and the light in his eyes turn into exploding fire. Repeating the steps, I massage his balls with my fingers. I groan, not being able to control myself, because when I see his burning flesh, my excitement is bubbling and I am getting wet as hell!
I keep working – I grasp the base of his penis with my hands and in a synchronous movement he is pleasured by my hand and tongue at the same time. I play with my tongue around his penis’s head. I gently pull his foreskin down and kiss it once more only stronger. At that moment, he arches like a cat that has received his treat. Taking me by the hand, he raises us both upright. He kisses and caresses me with disproportionate force. I can no longer control myself. The movements and caresses become stronger, sharper and rougher, but even more enjoyable.
Lifting me by the hips, he sits on the edge of the bed, and I sit on his lap, his feet on the side of the bed. We are not facing each other. With every move, I realize that we can’t go on any longer, even though I want to prolong this process. His thrusts are so strong that the ability to control myself disappears in thin air. He grabs my hips with his strong hands, squeezing them. With a rapid movement he gets up, I turn and he presses me against the wall. With the last thrust, the highest mountain peak is conquered, which surpasses everything I have ever experienced. Completely connected with each other, we remain upright, panting and trembling. Then we fall into bed. I pull the sheet over us and we both fall asleep.
After sex, he sleeps like a child. I get up, take my clothes and leave. I won’t see him anymore, because I don’t want to lose these original feelings. It just would be different next time…
‘You’re so beautiful,’ Walter whispered passionately, gently touching Irene’s blonde hair.
‘I know’, Irene laughed.
She shook her hair and they touched her beautiful cheek.
‘Your self-confidence and, what I hope is only fake coldness, arouses me like crazy!’
‘And what should I do now?’
‘Well… what do you think?’
‘Judging by your gaze and the tone of your voice, I should fall into your arms, but given the ring on your finger, leave right away.’
‘Stop, you should know better than others that nothing binds me and Dana anymore. But when I see you… There is nothing in the whole world that I want more…’
‘Really? And for how long?’ Irene asked crossing her legs.
‘Since last years Christmas office party, when your tights ripped and you had to take them off. You did it in the middle of the room, so gracefully!’
‘Oh my god! That was like hundred years ago! Who remembers that anymore.’
‘I remember. Every time as I close my eyes… I see it as clearly as yesterday.’
‘And you mean that you want me since then?’
‘How straightforward! Yes, I think about you all the time, your eyes, breasts, hips and…’
‘And?’ Irene slipped her fingers through her long, blond hair.
‘That birthmark on your shoulder,’ Walter blushed and leaned over to kiss that birthmark. Irene pressed her hand to his chest, stopping him.
‘And now you want to cheat on your wife with her colleague and friend… On her couch… In her apartment?’
‘In our apartment.’
‘Which was left to you by her father.’
‘What’s the difference, come here,’ Walter tried to grab her waist. Irene got up.
‘And what if she comes over?’
‘She won’t.’
‘How do you know?’
‘She left to visit her mother. She will return only tomorrow.’
‘But I wrote her a text message that I would come by and she replied that she would wait.’
‘When you wrote, she was in the shower. I answered you.’
‘You? So it’s a trap?’
‘Do you have any objections?’
‘Well, probably not too big. I would lie if I said I didn’t like you at all.’
‘Really?’
‘Really…,’ Irene walked around the room, swinging her hips. ‘Do you have wine?’
‘What do you like?’
Irene laughed, and her full breasts looked even bigger.
‘Well, I have to say that I am quite sophisticated in all areas, at least that’s what I’m hearing about myself, but when it comes to wine, I’m dumb as a shoe. I don’t like dry or sour ones. I like the sweet ones.’
‘Will Kagor do?’
‘Oh, yes, it will be fine.’
Walter jumped to his feet and hurried to take the glasses and bottle of wine from the shelf. Everyone could tell that he would be happy to skip all this foreplay and get down to the business sooner.
‘Is it Dana’s collection?’ Irene asked with grin in her face.
‘Let’s not talk about her tonight.’
‘All right, as you say,’ Irene took a glass of wine from Walter. ‘And you?’
‘I don’t want any.’
‘Are you afraid you might not get it up?’ Irene’s loud laughter hurt the man’s self-esteem a little, but he was willing to endure everything to finally get this charming woman in bed.
‘No, I want to keep a clear memory of every second I spend with you.’
‘Really?’ Irene walked back to the couch. She slowly sipped the wine. Walter sat down next to her on the edge of the couch. He put his hand on her bare knee and began to caress it, slipping his hand up, approaching the edge of her short skirt. Irene turned on a floor lamp standing by the couch.
‘Maybe turn off the big light so I don’t have to look into Dana’s eyes,’ a picture of smiling framed Dana was standing on the shelf.
Walter jumped to his feet as a young boy, turned off the light, and placed his wife’s picture down. He then returned to the couch. Irene slightly closed her eyes, making her look as captivating as possible.
‘I still want you to drink wine with me…’
‘But I…’
‘I know how you will not be able to resist.’ Irene tilted the glass to her side a little and let a stream of wine run over her not-so-modest décolleté. ‘Oh, how awkward is that… You won’t let the wine ruin my blouse, will you?’
Walter gasped. It was so exciting. He leaned over and absorbed the wine from Irene’s chest with his lips. His mouth became more and more greedy, sliding lower and lower. Irene tilted her head against the back of the sofa, her breath also became faster, her breasts were rising higher and higher. Walter took a glass from Irene’s hand, put it on the ground, and then, in a neat motion, tore off her top. He was dazzled by her bright red bra. Walter jumped on Irene’s chest like a hungry man, kissed them and kneaded them how he saw a loaf of bread kneaded by his grandmother as a child. Irene moaned. Walter’s other hand had already slipped under her short skirts and was rubbing Irene’s most intimate place. His fingers tried to push the edges of her modest panties, but they were so tight that his sweaty, trembling fingers failed. Walter’s right arm left her breasts to help the left one to get rid of this disturbing garment. It worked and a tiny piece of red lace flew over the room. The small skirts were pushed even higher and his hungry mouth sank into Irene’s warm, wet lap. Irene moaned loudly and leaned even more. She trembled until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
‘Come here’, she slid from the couch onto the soft, clean carpet, unbuttoned Walter’s trousers and, with his help, pushed them off, along with his boxers. Walter, continuing working with Irene’s lap, gently laid her on the rug and then tried to enter her.
‘Take off your socks!’ Irene snorted. Walter was embarrassed for a moment, but then quickly got rid of the socks and tried again. Irene was already pulling him closer, grabbing his swollen, swollen penis with her hand, grinding it a few times, this time making Walter moan, and then helping him find his way to her hot cave. They both sighted and, as if they had been training for a long time, began harmonious, rhythmic movements. Irene put her well-groomed nails in Walter’s back, and Walter, just like a newborn baby, cuddled to her chest. Irene felt a hot wave coming over her body.
‘Stronger, faster!’ she yelled, ‘Yes, yes, a little more! Oh my God! Don’t stop!’
Walter felt her body shake. Yes, that was happening. He had managed to lead this fantastic woman to a real orgasm. Dana was always faking it. That cold duck. He felt that he was about to come.
‘Oh, my God, I’ll come. Can I stay in you? Can I? I want to feel you to the end…’
‘Yes, yes, I want that too!’
Walter struck Irene’s lap only a few times as she pushed him away, driving this aroused man out of the bliss chamber.
‘I have something better in mind,’ she whispered, leaning forward and covering his throbbing cock with her lips.
Accompanied by a few touches of lips and a loud moan, Walter experienced the strongest orgasm of his life.
‘Dana would never do something like that. Ever!” he thought.
Tired and sweaty, they laid on the carpet and slowly caressed each other. Suddenly they looked at each other. Did they just hear key turning in a loc on the front door…
Secretary Mia was afraid to move. She was discusted because of what her boss was doing with her, but there was nothing she could do. If she tried to protest, everyone would pay attention to them, but Mia didn’t want that. But there was also that sweet, sweet fatigue that flowed through her body, that left her helpless.
She opened her legs wider, and only then she noticed that a colleague, who just had told a small speach about their beautiful secretary, was watching them. Mia blushed, trying to put her legs together and get her bosses hand out of her crotch, but without success.
– Well, don’t be shy, and don’t act so innocent! – Her boss exclaimed loudly and cheerfully.
And then silently added:
– Do what I say!
He looked at Mia without blinking – like a snake. Now she understood why she is here. She realized that everything had been planned in advance. She grasped that there is no way she can go home, and these words are the ultimatum. She could not refuse. Tears welled up in her eyes and she felt just helpless. Her boss had never done something like this…
Now all the men were looking at her without hesitation, so Mia just spread her legs without thinking. The boss pulled his hand out of her panties for a moment, pulled her skirt up so everyone could see what was going on. Mia got up submissively and then fell into his lap again. Her neatly shaved pussy was visible through the thin panties. Then his fingers completely slid into her vagina.
The men sitting at the other side of the table stood up to get a better view of the show.
– It’s probably not convenient for the guests, – The boss said in a sweet voice.
He made Mia get up and take a seat straight on the table. The men hurriedly pushed aside the plates, bottles and glasses. Mia herself pulled the skirt up, but one of the men quickly took off her panties. Now her crotch was completely revealed. Boss’s hand slipped back into her pussy, making Mia tremble.
The guests watched with interest as his hand was working between her widely spread legs.
First the boss put one finger in Mia’s pussy, then two, until the whole palm had slipped inside. Suddenly Mia felt that she was about to culminate in an orgasm. Despite her awful shame, she felt fine. She closed her eyes, threw her head back. Then he pulled his hand out and ordered Mai to lick it.
– Taste yourself!
The men were excited.
– Your secretary is just adorable! – Some fat man muttered.
– Can I try her?
– Of course, she’s all yours! – The boss responded happily.
Without waiting for another invitation, several of the guests opened their trousers. Mia got off the table and knelt in front of the fat man, releasing his penis, and grabbing it with her warm, warm lips. Fatty moaned.
After the fat one, Mia had to serve the whole company in a similar way. She was put under the table, and as they drank cognac and ate fruit, Mia crawled under the table from one unbuttoned trouser to the other and sucked obediently and diligently. When she finally got out, her mouth, cheeks, chin and neck were smeared with cum, but everything inside her burned and jumped. Mia felt wild, like never before.
Ashamed and burning, she approached another aroused man. He put his hand in Mia’s crotch.
– Oh, but our girl is so wet!
All men smiled happily. Mia was unthinkably ashamed.
– Take off your clothes! – Her boss ordered.
Head down, the secretary began to take off her clothes – blouse, skirt, bra. Small, firm breasts were revealed to the eyes of the evening’s guests. Dropping her bra on the ground, Mia took off her shoes, socks, suspenders and stood naked in the middle of the room. For a moment, the men just watched and studied her body. They ordered her to turn to this way and that, then walk around the office. Finally, the fat man pulled her closer to him. He seemed to be the main one here. He put one hand in Mia’s pussy, with the other one he continued to eat grapes. Mia just stared at an empty glass. A new toast was called for her, and Mia drank too. Well, she wanted to get drunk. So many different hands inside of you – it was confusing!
After a moment she was with the blond one, after a while – the next one. So she walked around in a circle until she came back to the horny fatty. He grabbed the young woman roughly and thrusted his hand into her vagina.
– Uh, wow, she’s dripping like a bitch, – He said indignantly. – Our suits are gonna get dirty!
Terrible shame took her breath again, tears welled in her eyes, but nothing could be done – the fatty was right. She was so aroused, near to fainting, and of course completely wet.
– She needs to finish, – The fat man suggested. Others muttered in agreement.
The boss got up from his seat, approached the wall cabinet, and took out a thick candle with a candlestick reminiscent of a penis. After placing it in the middle of the table, he called out to Mia:
– Get over here!
Mia rushes to the table. As she did so, the horny fat man smacked her butt a few times with great pleasure. Kneeling in the middle of the table, the secretary pulled the candlestick over and began to squat carefully on top of it. The candle slipped easily into her irritated vagina, and Mia, without waiting for further instructions, began to move up and down.
The shame was gone, giving way to a completely uncontrollable and insane passion. More than a dozen movements were enough for her. Her body bent over in a crazy orgasm, and the secretary lied down weakly on the table.
It was late Saturday night when I first saw my new neighbor open the door to his apartment. I had recently moved into a new apartment complex and it looked like it was mostly home to older people and married couples with young children. It was undoubtedly a change from my previous place, where regular parties was nothing strange, and where strangers regularly engaged in shady activities in our dimly lit hallways. In fact, it was also the only thing I longed for, because I had grown up there and fell in love with this alternative lifestyle.
I enjoyed this some sort of fun, and I always wanted and was able to find a willing sex partner. What I liked best was the young men who were proud of their sexual desire and had a firm, sleek body. The arrogance of their youth was so arousing that I could forever listen to their stories of all the charming women they could get in bed, their memories of having sex with strangers they met at the bar, and their “knowledge” of how to lead women to screaming orgasms. But my favorite part was that I “broke” them between the sheets, leaving a permanent scar on their sensitive, immature minds.
***
The moment I saw him, I knew he would be next. He was close to his 30s, with dark hair, dark eyes and striking facial features. Dressed in a black suit, he looked as if he had just returned from a prestigious city club. After the cunning glance that was clearly given to me, it immediately became clear that he was aware of how attractive he was. My new neighbor was a young man who had probably been with hundreds of girls competing for his attention and gossiping about how lucky they had been to sleep with him. I watched my neighbor turn the key and enter his apartment while a seemingly quiet sensuality vibrated around him.
We met from time to time in the lobby, exchanged short conversations, and unknowingly learned more and more about each other. No wonder he had the same personality as everyone who look like him – delightful arrogance, witty jokes to which I didn’t know how to react – laugh or feel insulted. In a word – a complete jerk – but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. A harmless mix of intelligence and passion made this person perfect and intriguing and it somehow explained why so many women lost their minds over him. He was a complete “hate-fuck.” The guy that every woman wants to ignore because of his shamelessness and selfishness, but deep down they pray that he would use them only for his pleasure.
I indulged in cunning flirting with him, making sure he knew I wasn’t going to be a good girl, and I wasn’t going to let him slip through my fingers. In the meantime, I could only dream of his firm, youthful body, scratch marks from my nails on his skin and crave his dick… It would really be a beautiful game. A well-known game. Fucking this handsome young men to prove something.
***
It wasn’t long before all thoughts became a reality, and I was at his door. He called me in, poured me a few drinks, and tried to start a conversation. But we both knew the real reason I was there….
I grabbed his hands, forced them on myself, and kissed him. I didn’t waste time opening buttons on his shirt one by one – I tore it off and it slipped off his shoulders. My tongue moved chaotically in his mouth and I moved my hands down to open his pants. His penis pressed out of his jeans, and I suddenly got down on my knees, desperately wanting it in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to taste it! My tongue slid gently over the tip of his penis, collecting the first sweet drops.
He tilted his head back and sighed as I took more and more his penis between my lips. Holding on to the wall, his thrusts became faster and faster until he began to poke my mouth as deep as he could. He grabbed my hair in his fists, my saliva began to flow over his testicles. Stretching back to lick the flowing stream, I wrapped my tongue around the base of his dick. The moment I knew he was ready to explode, I moistened my finger and slipped it deep into his anus. He moaned, I took his cock back in my mouth and let him fuck my face. Between the hug of his tight ass and the thrusts of his cock in my throat, all I could think about was how beautiful he was and how much I wanted him in me.
I pushed him away from me and asked if he was ready for a good fuck. He didn’t waste time giving me an answer – my neighbor took off my shirt and bra, then wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing them tightly. He licked my breasts like a mad man while his other hand opened my pants. In one slight move all our clothes were dropped on the floor and he pushed me onto his bed. His harshness excited me, and I felt the heat from his body as his hands gripped my shoulders.
Our eyes closed, he grabbed my neck with his teeth and let his fingertips find my clitoris, stroking it and making it burn. He then put two fingers in my wet pussy. He fucked me with his fingers until my knees felt weak and I begged him to stop. It seemed like hours of enjoyable torture until he finally stopped….
***
He ordered me to stand on all fours and was about to enter me, rubbing his thing against my dripping, wet pussy. I moaned as he tortured me by entering my sore opening with only his tip. And then, without warning, he introduced me with all of his youthful cock.
I tilted my head forward, but he pulled it back, holding me by my hair and continuing to fuck deeper and deeper. He continued to fuck me, harder and faster, until I could no longer catch my breath. I moaned in unison with his thrusts, which quickly led me to orgasm. When I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, he took his friend out of my crotch and shoved it deep into my ass. I leaned forward and his testicles hit my butt cheeks painfully. And then I suddenly felt scratches on my naked body.
Did it really happen? Did this young man really fuck me, as I had done it with everyone else? While playing this fiery game of sex and pain, the roles were changed and he continued to fuck me without any mercy. And I adored it! He continued to poke my butt and I felt sweat dripping on my back as well as the way his thing stretched the width of my hole. A few deep and painful thrusts led me to ecstasy, and at the same time he finished, filling me with his hot cum. I collapsed on the bed, enjoying the last waves of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt his heavy breath on my skin and the way he slowly pulled his cock out of my buttocks and allowed the sweet liquid to drip between my thighs.
***
He ran his tongue over my trembling flesh and massaged his now slack penis into his arm. I could barely move, my body burned and tingled from head to toe. As he leaned away from me, I got up and caught him looking at me with an evil grin on his face. My neighbor quickly grabbed my wrists and, holding them together behind my back, asked if this was what I was expecting? “Of course i was!” I thought to myself, getting out of bed and collecting my clothes. I quickly got dressed and went to the exit.
Many women would agree that their biggest secrets are known only to their closest friends. They give advice, listen and support better than anyone. But I can’t reveal this secret to my best friend. Mostly because it’s about me and my friend’s boyfriend.
In fact, I am so ashamed that I cannot tell anyone about it. But if I keep it to myself, I will lose my mind. So I have no choice but to write this anonymous letter – maybe I’ll make some relief after putting the words on paper.
Our relationships have always been just friendly, but…
She has been my best friend for over a decade. We finished school together, lived next door and are now in the same faculty. Everyone who knows us treats us as an indivisible union: we learn, have fun and even travel together. At least it was until this guy appeared…
Both I and my friend have loved guys attention since school. We went to have fun, dressed up and tried to have as much attention as possible. However, this was followed only by short-term friendships that did not grow into greater feelings. But a year ago, my friend met this guy she really fell in love with. I saw it in her eyes, in her smile, in the way she talks.
My friend is very dear to me, so I rejoice in her happiness. I always encouraged her boyfriend to spend time with us, and I wanted to have a friendly relationship with him myself – especially because she was happy about it. And I’m not lying, saying we did well: we all went to the movies, long walk, for lunch and other entertainment.
She becomes almost as the third wheel
Over time, I began to have strange feelings. It seemed that I had much more in common with my friend’s boyfriend: we liked to spend our free time similarly, were interested in the same movies, music, and our values matched. I noticed that when all of us met, I was talking to him a lot more than she was. I also felt his subtle flirtation, eye sight, smile. But I didn’t think about it too much: I said to myself that I was just imagining, and all these thoughts are nonsense.
Turns out I was wrong. Most recently, our mutual friends had a big party. It was both me and my friend and her boyfriend. As the party got louder, I noticed that they were both arguing. Since I don’t like to get involved in conflicts, I waited until they stop talking and rushed to comfort my friend and sweep away her tears.
At the time, it seemed that the argument was his fault and, presumably, excessive drinking. She went to bed early and I continued to party. At one point I started talking to my friend’s boyfriend. He described the whole situation from his point of view. I will not talk about their disagreement, but will tell you one thing – his behavior confused me. The guy said he hadn’t felt happy in a long time, but didn’t know how to take a step towards a breakup. We talked for a long time, discussing many topics that unite us. It was infinitely good and interesting. I have never felt so in tune with anyone else. And now that I’m writing about it, it seems to me that I’m romanticizing this moment too much.
The best and worst kiss of my life
We sat there for about two hours but it felt like just a moment. At dawn I felt that he was looking at me deeper and deeper. He kept moving closer and closer to me until we accidentally touched our hands. He leaned closer to me, sighed and kissed me. I swear, I wasn’t the initiator of this kiss, but I felt so guilty… After all, I talked to him all night, I responded to his flirt, I smiled just as much, and when he kissed me, I didn’t reject him and didn’t drive him away. So I really blame myself.
I will not lie, it was the best kiss of my life. I wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment as long as possible. But at the same time, I was afraid someone might see us. Although maybe that’s exactly what added passion and adrenaline? I do not even know. Then we went into a small locked room and had sex. Everything was incredibly magical. And now I’m scared.
My friend has been with through joys and sorrows. We have experienced various difficulties, joys, graduations, the beginning of new stages. All of it. And I acted so pathetic, so unforgiving.
I know I should tell her the whole truth. But what can I tell her? I can’t say I don’t like her boyfriend. I feel like I’m in love with him. But can I lose my best friend because of him? Is he really worth such a sacrifice? Maybe I’ve already lost everything? I can’t find a solution or an answer – maybe I’ll find advice here?
Solution: Be aware of your feelings and only then talk to your friend
1. Tell your story to someone else first: a friend, family member or psychotherapist. The truth is, that keeping that secret to you is not a very good idea. Secrecy often fuels passion, so the longer you hide everything, the deeper you can sink into this swamp of mistrust. Secondly, don’t romanticize or fantasize about it all. Talk about facts and feelings. But don’t let your fantasies take over.
2. Try to keep your distance. To understand your feelings, you have to stay away from your friend’s boyfriend for a while. If that doesn’t work and let’s say you’re at a party together, try to keep at least a physical distance. It must be practiced until the initial passion and admiration is somewhat suppressed.
3. If, after distancing yourself and talking to other people, you understand that your feelings for this guy are not diminishing, it can be a serious signal that you really like him. It is important to understand this before talking to your friend. It is important to correctly identify your feelings, because it will take openness and sincerity to tell your friend the truth. So give yourself enough time and space to understand yourself.
4. Whether you decide you like him or not, you have to tell your friend the truth. We recommend that you do it openly and truthfully. Do not excuse, do not repent, say everything as it really is. In a situation where the event is already “post factum”, the only thing that would make the most sense is a sincere and open dialogue with your friend. In the end, she will choose for herself whether she wants to be your friend after this. And you have to respect her decision.
