Mercredi, 17 juin 2009 @ 13:01
She (Carmen):
His cock felt so good as it finally entered me – I’d been waiting all day, after all. I was hot and sweaty and gagging for him. I begged him to fuck me, locking my legs around him as he began to nail me on the hotel room floor. His mouth alternated between my exposed nipples and my hungry mouth. I held him close, wanting friction between our bodies. I kicked my bikini bottoms away behind his back, opening wider for him.
A minute or so into our frantic, staccato grinding he groaned loudly, and paused, his face buried in my hair. I guessed he was ready to cum already and, to be honest, I’d have been somewhat disappointed if he hadn’t. I reached down beneath my ass and sought out his balls, squeezing them gently. “Cum in me now dammit,” I whispered. “Fuck me now. Hard.”
He pushed back, smiling. A few more thrusts and he was shooting inside me, crying out as we locked eyes and I locked my ankles behind him gripping his waist with my thighs.
“Sorry, it’s just…”
“Shhhhh,” I interrupted him as I sincerely stroked his hair, his head resting on my chest. “I’m so sexy I made you cum too soon?” I giggled. “And maybe you’re not gettin’ anywhere else?”
“OK, maybe both of those things…”
“Well rest assured we can try again sometime. And we can keep trying until we do it right.”
He laughed, his cock still stiff inside me. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and slid out with a satisfying slurp. I knelt, shedding my bikini top on the floor, and quickly looked round for something to do the honours between my legs. I saw Roberto’s tie poking out of his jacket pocket and tugged it out, swiftly rolling it and catching his cum as it oozed out of me. He looked at me aghast.
“Um, sorry,” I said, realizing it was not the classiest thing I’d ever done.
“No, no, I … I’ll probably never get it cleaned, Souvenir.”
We found our way to the bed, a little small talk interspersed with kisses and caresses. Bare limbs intertwined in the heat of the afternoon, a lazy hour passed catching up and reacquainting ourselves physically. He was fairly hard the whole time, I was happy just brushing my hand or thigh against his cock every now and then, keeping him interested, keeping him on standby. Out of the blue he asked if he could tie me up, like in a picture I had emailed to him. I looked up at the bed’s headboard – it was perfect for a spot of light bondage. I wrapped my hands around two of the bars. “Like this, lover?”
“Yeah, just like that.”
“And my feet to the sides of the bed?” I asked, throwing one calf over him towards one side of the mattress and pushing my other foot in the opposite direction, spreading wide.
“Wow, yeah, maybe. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Of course you can,” I kissed him, still in my position of mock-restraint. “Use me and abuse me at your will – but tomorrow night. I doubt we’ve got time to do it justice right now.”
“That’s certainly something to look forward to,” he sighed with a smile.
“In the meantime...” I left the sentence hanging as I rolled on to my front, my head on the pillow looking right at him. I slowly raised my knees on the bed and, with them, my ass. I reached between my legs and slid my fingers over my wet-and-waiting pussy. “Hmmmmm?” Tous les participants ont 18 ans ou plus.