Pay Back Is Sweet – I.O.U #2

Hello! You can read this as a stand alone, but it’s part #2 of something I wrote last week. It’s here if you want to read it first.

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I walk down the hall towards his office, a small smile playing around my lips as I glance at the piece of paper in my hand.

He’s not expecting me and he’ll probably be very busy, but he’ll make time for me. He won’t have any choice.

I am already feeling the evidence of my arousal between my legs, rubbing against my bra. I lift my hand and roll my hard, tight nipple between my fingers. Sparks fly, darting down the front of my body to my already wet, swollen clit. Mmm, delicious.

I come to a stop in front of his office door, wiggling my ass, enjoying the sensations between my legs.

God, I’m so ready for this.

He left me a horny mess this morning and I didn’t have the time to see to myself. I managed to wait until lunch break, that’s the best I could do. Now it’s time for him to make amends.

I open the door and walk in to see him on the phone. I kick it shut and turn the lock. He raises his eyebrows at me in question, but I don’t speak, I only walk towards his big desk and drop the piece of paper in front of him.

I’M CALLING IN MY MARKER.

I see him read it as I start to unbutton my blouse. He coughs and apologises to whoever is on the other end of the line. I can’t resist an evil grin when he looks at me and I see the dawning realisation on his gorgeous face.

I shrug out of the blouse, hanging it carefully over the back of the chair on my side of the desk. His burning eyes follow my finger as it traces the edges of the black lace covering my breasts, I dip into my cleavage then run that finger up the centre of my chest to my mouth where I suck it between my red lips. In and slowly out, dragging over my soft wet tongue.

I moan. I can’t help it.

He valiantly continues his conversation as I shimmy and step out of my skirt, but I can see his heart isn’t in it. Bless him, he seems to be stuttering and stammering quite a lot.

Walking around the desk, I stop beside his chair, I feel the laughter bubbling in my chest but bite my lip to hold it in as he turns his chair towards me giving me my first view of what I came for. His well cut trousers are bulging and straining at the zip; I’m going to undo them soon and take him out. But not quite yet – there is still time for a little more teasing first.

I take the finger that is still glistening from my mouth and trail it down my body. His eyes are glued to its movements. I circle my tummy button then continue down until it slips beneath the black lace of my knickers. I feel my silken curls and can’t resist stroking them around my finger before it moves down to the damp, warmth below.

Oh god, that feels good.

My eyes close for a moment as I rub and stroke my clit. I think he is trying to wind up the phone call, but to be honest I’m not really listening anymore.

I move lower, coating my finger in my wet, slippery arousal. Carefully, I pull it free of my knickers and open my eyes to watch as I sweep it across his open lips. Now it is his turn to close his eyes as his tongue darts out to have a taste. I watch his enjoyment and feel another piece of my control slip. I push my finger into his mouth, it tightens on me as I push it in and out. Oh yeah – I am so loving that – dirty boy.

I withdraw my finger and quickly take my knickers off. I bend a little so I can reach his trousers, unbuckling his belt quickly, undoing the button and yanking the zipper down.

I gesture for him to lift so I can tug his trousers and boxers down over his tight ass. He scrambles to comply and suddenly there he is, thick, hard and long and all mine. His cock is so hard it’s tight against his stomach, but that actually works for me.

As I straddle him I gasp when my pussy first makes contact with him. My arms go over his shoulders so I can grab hold of the chair. I am breathing hard already. God only knows what the person on the other end of the phone can hear, but I’m past caring.

My clit is pressed against his hard cock and there’s only one thing on my mind now. I can’t keep still, I rub and roll against him; use my legs to push up and down, my hips to undulate against him. I’m non-stop motion.

The phone crashes down onto the desk, his hands go to my hips, holding me, moving me as we look at each other.

“I really hope he didn’t realise what was happening, otherwise the company might have just lost a major client.” He pants, cheeks flushed.

“Couldn’t wait…been thinking about it since this morning…oh god, yeah, right there. Oh fucking hell!” My head falls back as my hips seem to gain a life of their own. His cock is slippery now, the ridges around the head keep grinding against my clit and I can’t stop. I need to come all over him.

“You are so wet for me. That’s it, use my cock. Want to see you come for me.”

“Oh yeah, now, I’m coming now. Oh it feels so good.” One arm hooks around his neck as I pull him towards me, his mouth sucking, kissing, licking my neck; hitting my sweet spot just right.

I am frantic now, my hips moving of their own volition as the sensations in my clit explode and my whole body tenses and shudders its way through an orgasm that’s been brewing for the past five hours.

It goes on and on until I feel his body jerk below me and a hissed “Yes!” hits against my skin and the hot, wet warmth between my legs makes me realise that he has reached the end too.

When I finally come around, my head is resting on his shoulder. Our breathing is starting to even out and he rolls his head my way, kissing my cheek.

“Payment never felt so good, babe.”


As always, thanks for reading. I hope you get a chance to check out the other Masturbation Monday posts over at Kayla’s site A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x

 

His Fantasy – #masturbationmonday

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I watch you work your long, hard cock. You take your time, getting into it. I give your ear a little flick with my tongue to get the involuntary shiver that you just can’t help. I smile, so sensitive, so sexy.

I love watching you. There are no inhibitions between us, we’ve been together too long for that; seen too much of each other. All the dark corners as well as the bright, open spaces.

I love you deeply. Watching you as you work towards orgasm, towards the pleasure we both know is imminent, is one of my favourite things.

I run my hand through the soft hairs on your chest, circle your little nipple, pinching it a little before I work my way down to your stomach.

“What are you thinking about?” I whisper into your ear, leaving a trail of hot breath behind. You roll your shoulder towards the place I’ve left behind.

We like to whisper delicious fantasies to each other while we fuck or get ourselves off. Whatever takes our fancy at the time. We have our cache of favourites, ones that work every time, but tonight you surprise me.

“I want to watch you spank another woman.”

Mmm, naughty and new – I like it.

Your hand has sped up.

“Tell me.” I murmur into your neck, as I lick a wet line up and down the corded muscle there.

Normally you’re more than up for some serious detail, but tonight you go quiet. You’re in the mood for a story.

I shift my naked body so that my head rests on the pillow, my lips right by your ear. I won’t touch you much now, my words will work their way into your gorgeous mind and down into your cock.

I begin.

“She’s naked, laid across my knees with her sexy, round arse up in the air. She’s tense. nervous. This is the first time.”

You let out a little breathy moan. “She wants it though.”

“Oh yes. She wants it alright, I can see the shimmer of her arousal on the inside of her thighs. My hands are itching to mark her flawless, pale skin. She tries to rub herself against my thigh, I give her a quick, sharp smack and tell her to hold still. I look at you, sat in the chair opposite us. You’ve unzipped your trousers and have your cock in your hand. You nod your head to begin.”

“Do it.” A whisper of sound.

“I raise my hand and tell her to brace herself. She pleads with me to start, desperate little pants rack her body. I make you both wait a moment more, my eyes on the flesh that’s calling my name. The moment my hand connects with her skin she moans long and loud and I know she’s not going to last long.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I hardly notice the sting on my hand because I am mesmerised by the rosy flush beginning to cover her arse. She wiggles and opens her legs, just enough for me to run my fingers up her wet slit. You groan and I see you speed up the motion on your cock. I rain four, five, six more slaps on her bottom making sure to spread them out. I love spanking the bottom curve and watching her flesh move and shake. She is whimpering now, she wants to come.”

“Fuck, yes.” You groan, I can hear your hand shuttling up and down your cock now. Muscles tense, straining, you intermittently hold your breath then let it out in a big rush.

You want to come too, and I want you to.

“No mercy now.

I keep spanking her until she can’t control her wanton movements. She wriggles and squirms, humps and grinds, begs and pleads for me to finish it. I look at your flushed face, you are watching this tableau. It is for you.

Your dark eyes meet mine: a nod.

That’s my cue, I tell her to spread her legs. She doesn’t hesitate. I thrust two fingers inside her. Her head flies up, the scream that is wrenched from her is all the reward we need. You watch me make her come, her body twisting and shuddering, too much for it to contain.

I look up to see you stroking the head of your cock, a fast, jerky rhythm that I know is the prelude to the end.”

“Oh god! I’m coming now. Oh fuck that’s it….”

“You can see that she has come hard, all over my hand. White ribbons shoot onto your stomach…” You hold your breath now, stomach clenching as you vibrate and twitch your way through a long satisfying orgasm. I feel a warm wetness on my side and smile.

Thanks for reading. You know the drill, head over to Kayla’s site A Sexual Being to check out the other Masturbation Monday posts. If you like this story why not stay and have a look at my other erotic shorts. There’s quite a variety…

Rebecca x

Changing The Rules #masturbationmonday

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They’d been watching each other for weeks.

She knew what he looked like naked: neat little nipples, smooth, nicely muscled chest, flat stomach with a delicious treasure trail running down to the light brown hairs surrounding his cock and balls. She knew his cock stood tall and high against said flat stomach.

She knew how he liked to touch himself, long languid strokes, up and down his cock while he rubbed the flat of his other hand over his stomach and chest, intermittently pinching and pulling his nipples while he watched her.

She shivered and clenched her bottom, writhing and squirming in her office chair. She knew how he braced himself against the glass with one straight arm, legs apart when he came, spraying his come against the window. Looking straight at her with his hot, hungry eyes. Well, she imagined they were hot and hungry – he was just that bit too far away for her to tell.

She let out a frustrated sigh. She wanted to see those eyes when he came; she wanted to be looking right into them when he shot his load all over her.

She couldn’t resist slipping her hand up her top and giving her breast a quick squeeze to try and relieve the ache. What she really wanted to do was strip off, go to the big window in her living room and plaster herself against it. She wanted to spread her legs wide and finger herself till she screamed while she rubbed her tits all over the glass.

It was getting to the point where her nipples got hard just thinking about it. Oh god, had she turned into his Pavlovian pet?

She glanced at the clock. No point anyway – he didn’t get home for another hour. She hung her head in shame: had she become some kind of weird stalker?

She had watched his apartment, but then she knew he watched hers. They had a bit of a routine going, even though they’d never spoken a word to each other. Well, actually that wasn’t strictly true, they’d become quite adept at lip reading and had developed their own form of charades: “hold your tits”, “turn to the side so I can see your big cock properly”, stuff like that.

The hottest thing to date had been a few nights ago when he’d told her to sit naked on the arm of her sofa and spread her legs wide. Then he’d told her to hold herself open so he could watch her masturbating.

Fuck! She’d come so hard that night, she’d been drenched and her clit had been so sensitive it had hurt. But she’d liked it. In fact, she’d wanted something more, although she wasn’t sure what. She’d felt like she’d wanted a bit more hurt, a bit more pain, right there between her legs on her throbbing clit.

The space between them was beginning to bring frustration, rather than the thrill and gratification it had started with. She wondered for the hundredth time how to suggest they get together rather than continue this mutual masturbation distance learning course they appeared to be on. They had both passed with distinction, it was time for the advanced class now.

While she was thinking she was doodling on her notepad: words, feelings, wants, she even managed a dodgy picture of his cock. That got scribbled out quick sharp, but when she finally snapped out of her daze there were two words repeated over and over.

She took a fresh piece of paper with a black marker pen and wrote the words in big, bold letters. Checking the clock again, she realised it was nearly time. She stood up, pushed her chair back and began to unbutton her blouse.

 

As always, thanks so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it 😉 Get yourself over to Kayla Lords blog and check out the rest of the contributions for Masturbation Monday. Rx

 

Drawn To You – #masturbationmonday

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I see you.

You walk in the door like you own the place. Once you catch my eye I can’t seem to look away.

I take a small sip of my coffee, playing with the teaspoon, and it clatters against the wooden table top startling me. I drop my eyes. They rest on the sparkling bracelet on my wrist; its cold brilliance startlingly garish in that moment.

You sit down opposite me, by the cafe window. Three tables separate us but I can feel you – feel your confidence radiating towards me. I want to absorb it and know what it’s like to be so sure, just for one fleeting moment.

At first your face feels obscured by its full beard. Then I look closer and I see how it frames your full, sensuous lips. It is neatly shaped, leaving your cheekbones clear revealing smooth, tanned skin. The beard is the same colour as your thick brown hair, which is shorter at the sides. The longer top swept back from your stunning face.

My fingers tingle, it looks so soft, would feel so good.

My body feels hotter now, my skin sensitive as I run my fingers under the collar of my silk blouse. I know my nipples have hardened. They want to know what that beard would feel like brushing against them; those soft lips sucking and nibbling at them. My clothes feel confining against my needy body.

Your brown leather jacket is old and worn but it looks beautifully soft and supple, moulding to your wide shoulders. You shrug out of it and I catch my breath. Your white t-shirt reveals the tattoos on your arms. They run from your wrist right up your arm and under the t-shirt. I see the colours, greens, red and yellows; the black outlines of shapes. But I can’t make out what they are, I’m too far away.

I want to get closer. I want to run my fingers over the patterns and shapes. I want to feel your heat, the strength underneath that colourful skin.

I want to lick your tattoos.

Oh god, I want that so badly.

I want to trace every line, every curve and mark with my tongue.

You raise the cup to your lips and swallow. Your bicep flexes and I ache between my legs. It is sweet, sweet torment. I shift in my chair, craving some friction. My eyes follow your colourful arm as it slowly lowers the cup back down to the table.

I am drawn to your face again, your lips and the thought of how they would feel on mine; but I realise too late that you have gone very still.

You have caught me.

I meet your intent stare and immediately feel heat invade my cheeks.

Your piercing eyes roam over my face, missing nothing but releasing me from their uncomfortable hold. They slowly move down my body, brushing over my breasts and the evidence of my arousal. They rest on my wrist, you take in my clothes, my up swept hair, the diamond studs in my ears.

I can’t breath. My breasts feel heavy, achy and ready. So ready to be touched.

I wait for the scorn on your face.

I can’t look. My eyes drop to the floor. I breath through my anxiety, remembering those little steps that I need to take to get myself under control again. I need to leave, but first I must regain my equilibrium.

I am staring so hard at a mark on the floor it doesn’t immediately register that a pair of black boots have come to a stop by my chair.

My hands grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white and distressed. I slowly raise my eyes from the boots, up the long, dark blue, jean clad legs, to the white t-shirt tight across your chest; your beautiful arms lead me up to that sexy bearded face and the glittering dark brown eyes staring down at me.

I feel trapped in your gaze. You lean forward, slowly, putting your arms on either side of me. Your forearm brushes against my breast as you move to place it next to me. You have branded me, heat and an almost painful pleasure suffuse my breast.

I wait, breathless.

Your head moves towards me until your mouth rests by my ear.

“Let me show you…”


Bit of a tease this one, isn’t it?! As ever, thanks for reading. Check out more contributions for Masturbation Monday at Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being. Happy Monday, Rx

 

 

Waiting – #masturbationmonday

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I am waiting.

The air on my skin is warm but anticipation has pebbled my skin and tightened my nipples until they are hard, aching points.

Shifting slightly on the chair, I feel the rope graze deliciously against my wrists and ankles. My head falls back as I exhale. Legs spread wide open, I can feel the air caressing my slick folds. I worry that I am making a mess on the chair, but there’s nothing I can do about that.

I can only wait… and wonder.

What will he do to me? I know he will be able to see all of me. I am completely open and on display for him. I want him to touch me everywhere. I want him to run his big, rough hands all over me.

Oh god, please let him come to me soon. Will he tease me or will he make me come quickly?

He says that watching me climax is one of his favourite things, he can’t get enough of it. He loves to fuck me with his fingers, watching me intently while I shatter into a thousand pieces. The way he takes me with his mouth destroys me. I smile when I think of all the times he has fucked me into oblivion after he has made me orgasm with his hand or mouth. He goes a little wild, there is nothing I love more than his honest response to me.

I close my eyes; my pussy pulses and clenches. I want his mouth on me. I want to show him how much I want him and I want to see the evidence of my desire on his lips.

I wiggle again; the ropes holding me tight, digging into my flesh, making me feel at once safe and on edge.

My eyes open when I hear his footsteps coming towards the room I’m in.

I look up to find him leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, eyes on mine.

“Are you ready?”

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry.

A shiver of anticipation runs through my body as I watch him drop his arms and begin to move towards me.

 

As always, thanks for reading. Check out more Masturbation Monday posts on Kayla Lords’ blog A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x

 

 

Tell Me – #masturbationmonday

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I walk into our apartment to find him sat in a chair facing the window. He has taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. The city lights are laid out before us; he has fucked me many times pressed against that window. I know he likes the view.

He turns his head towards me with a smile. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come here, baby.”

I drop my bag and walk towards him as I unbutton my coat. It is cold outside, so my fingers are a little stiff, but the sight of him gets my blood racing.

He is beautiful and he is mine.

I shrug out of my coat and throw it onto the sofa. Standing behind him, I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek, leaving my chin resting on his shoulder. We stare at the cityscape for a few moments; the silence is comfortable but there is a buzz of anticipation in the air.

“Come sit with me.”

He takes hold of my hand and pulls me round to sit on his knees, hooking my legs over the arm of the chair. I am surrounded by him now, his arms around me, my head resting on his broad, muscular chest. I raise my hand to caress his cheek, his stubble is rough after a long day at work. Loving the abrasion, my fingers move down his neck to rest on his pulse. It is wonderfully strong and beats a matching rhythm with my own.

His hand begins to move over my body. Very softly along my raised arm until he sweeps down to cup the fullness of my breasts. My breath hitches a little as he moves to take my nipple between his fingers, gently rolling and pulling.

I lift my face to him. I clench my thighs together when I see the look on his face. His eyes are dark and glittering with intent. I can see the evidence of his need there; his jaw flexes as my eyes fall to his mouth. His lips glisten where his tongue has just been. I lick my lips in response, wanting to feel them against mine.

“Tell me what you want…”

His words send a shiver of excitement through me.

He is feeling generous tonight.

A bounty of images flit through my mind; so many things that I want him to do to me.

“I want you to kiss me for hours, I want to lose myself in it, in you.”

“Yes,” his eyes devour my lips then reluctantly rise to meet mine, “what else?”

“I want you to take all my clothes off. I will lie down on the bed on my front while you stroke every inch of me. I want to feel your hands on my skin, their roughness along the length of my back and down my legs. Then I want you to slowly move back up my legs to my bottom…”

“I’m glad you went back to that.” His eyebrow arches as his lips twitch a little.

“Oh, I’m not going to miss that out. That’s the best bit…” I give him an answering cheeky smile. “…I want you to stroke me there, rub me and squeeze me. I want you to kiss it, lick it and bite it. Then when I’m panting and begging you, I want you to spank it, hard, all over; until it is rosy pink and the burning heat has me squirming and desperate.”

His breathing is ragged now and I can feel a hard pressure against my thigh. His hand has moved down to press between my legs, the material of my trousers impeding the touch that I want so badly.

“I will open my legs, my bottom bouncing, looking for more. You’ll be able to see how wet I am…”

“Fuck, yes! Then what?”

“Then I will tell you to fuck me. I want to feel your long, hard cock deep inside me, stretching me and owning me. I want it deep and hard, fast and slow. I want your body covering mine, your hand in my hair. I want to feel your skin against mine, your breath on my face and neck. I want to know that you want it as much as I do. I want you to tell me. I want you to come deep inside me, make me feel it.”

“There’s nothing I want more.”

I smile my love for him because I know it is true; deep down where my most vulnerable self resides, I know that he always will.

I shriek as his arms go under my legs. He lifts me as he jumps up from the chair and then races to our bedroom.

 

Thanks for reading. You know the drill – if you want to read more Masturbation Monday contributions check out Kayla Lords’ site A sexual Being

Rebecca x

 

 

Goddess – #masturbationmonday

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Tonight he would be hers.

He’d been looking at her for weeks. His gaze roving over her body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Those dark blue eyes resting on her tempting lips – glittering with want – but he still hadn’t done anything about it.

Each night she’d gone home to her vibrator: wet, ready and frustrated. She’d had enough; she wanted the real thing. Clenching her thighs together, she tried to tame the pulse between her legs. She thought about his heat, his hard cock and his lean muscular body pounding into her hard and fast.

She shivered and licked her lips.

It was time for her to take control of this situation. Her nipples hardened just thinking about what she wanted him to do to her body. Her heart rate increased when she contemplated making him do it. Maybe this was the start of something she hadn’t even realised she wanted?

Taking a deep breath she walked towards him.

The bar was loud and dark; crowded with the usual people celebrating the start of the weekend. That could work in her favour. Her eyes locked onto his; she was pleased to see his widen slightly.

Good – the element of surprise was on her side.

His gaze stroked her breasts and paused on her nipples that were trying to poke their way through her silk blouse.

A familiar ache began down low, accompanied by a sudden slickness between her legs as she made her way towards him.

God – she wanted him!

As she reached him he turned to shelter her from the jostling crowd. She stepped backwards into a dimly lit alcove, stopping when she felt the wall against her back. The music and voices were muted here.

They looked at each other for a moment, cocooned in this small, quiet space, and she could sense he understood this was no ordinary meeting. He looked a little wary but she could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Come here.”

She tugged lightly on his loose turquoise tie, pulling him towards her.

There was no resistance.

The subtle citrusy tang of his aftershave made her mouth water. He’d opened the first few buttons of his shirt revealing a tantalising glimpse of his smooth tanned chest. Her fingertips tingled with need.

He rested a hand on the wall by her head and leaned down towards her in supplication. Feeling his warm breath on her neck, she sighed with pleasure.

Tilting her head towards him, she heard his breath catch as she took her first taste of him. Her hot, wet tongue licked from the dip at his collar bone, slowly but surely up the taut smooth line of his neck into his sharp stubble.

He was delicious: a little salty and sweetly addictive.

She licked him again.

Drawing back slightly, she was satisfied to see goose bumps following the line she had just taken. The pulse beating in his neck matched the merciless lust pounding through her own body. Her skin prickled with the need to be touched; her breasts full and heavy, wanting to be squeezed, sucked, licked.

Nothing else existed now.

Grabbing his hand, she pressed it to her breast, showing him what she wanted – what she craved.

Her eyes closed. She forgot to breath as the shock of his first hot touch went rushing through her body. He shaped and plumped her breast – his index finger and thumb circling and pulling her nipple.

She parted her lips.

He was breathing hard, but kept working her breast as he leant forward. Those dark eyes needy and burning. Diving into his thick, wavy hair, she pulled him the final few millimetres, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. She took advantage of his gasp to thrust into his mouth, over and over, a primal rhythm that rapidly consumed them both.

Every stroke of his tongue only increased the ache between her legs. She clenched her bottom and rolled her hips, desperate for some friction to relieve the hurt.

She knew what she wanted.

Breathing hard into his mouth she looked into his eyes as she took his hand and shoved it up her skirt, spreading her legs to give him room to please her.

“Touch me. Fuck me. Make me come!” She whispered fiercely against his lips, gripping the back of his neck.

Pupils dilated, he worked quickly, his long, thick fingers frantically tugged her g-string to the side and plunged into the hot, drenched centre of her body. She held onto his strong forearm, feeling the muscles flex as he fucked into her.

Her pussy was so swollen and tight. Every sweet drag in and out made her moan.

“Shit! Oh god…I want…” The words floated away as sensation took over.

“Tell me! Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want to come, hard… I want you to watch me.” She panted.

“Yes. God, yes! I want to see you.” He whispered reverently.

He leant back slightly to adjust his angle so he could rub her swollen clit with his thumb while his fingers worked deep inside her.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Every muscle in her body tensed, straining for her orgasm.

“Yes!” She hissed. “I’m so close… right there… oh god, yes!”

Vaguely, she registered digging her nails into his neck.

Her head flew back, thudding against the wall, as her orgasm shot through her. His fingers never stopped; they kept fucking her until she closed her legs and twisted away, too sensitive to take any more.

Slowly, she opened her heavy eyes to see him watching her intently as he withdrew his fingers. She could hear the familiar beat of her favourite song as her surroundings came back into focus.

Raising his hand to taste her nectar, she licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“I’m going to take you home and fuck you, hard.”

“Thank god! Yes.” He moaned.

Tonight, he was hers.

 

As always, thanks for reading. If you fancy looking at some more Masturbation Monday offerings check out Kayla Lords site A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x

 

A Thousand Little Pieces – #masturbationmonday

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“I love it when you grab my ass like that.” She whispered in his ear.

“You mean like this?” He responded taking her in an even firmer hold.

Her bottom was round and bountiful, more than a handful really, even for his big hands. But the way he took hold of it made her feel like he owned it – wanted to devour it. A lifetime of being self-conscious seemed to melt away for a moment. She felt beautiful, desired.

He gripped her flesh, pulling her cheeks apart. A wanton moan escaped her.

Her clit ached and she felt the wetness between her legs. She moved slightly against his hard thigh seeking friction, consumed by the feelings in her pussy. Wanting more, always more with him.

“This perfect ass is mine, you know that, right?” His hands circled and stroked.

“Yes.” She breathed.

“No-one else gets to touch it, spank it, or fuck it ever again. Understand?” He used his grip on her ass to pull her more firmly against his thigh.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. His intentions clear for the first time.

A sharp slap. “Do you understand me, baby?”

She felt the goosebumps break out on her skin even as the heat spread.“Yes. That’s what I want.” She just managed to get the words out, her breathing unsteady now.

He stepped back from her; she met his dark gaze knowing he could see what she needed.

“Spread your legs a little more.” A soft command. “Put your hands on the wall.”

She moved to comply, wanting this with every cell in her body. She took a step back from the wall so she could lean forward a little to stick her ass out towards him. Every line of her body screamed how much she wanted his touch, needed him to make her come. She was so greedy for him.

He moved to stand behind her. She felt his eyes caress her body, every inch of her alert to the sound of his breathing, his movements. She heard the rustle of his shirt hitting the floor, shuddered as his belt opened and his zip lowered; the quiet slap of his feet on the hardwood floor as he he stepped out of his trousers. She closed her eyes to see his beautiful body in her mind’s eye, especially his long, hard cock.

His warm hands came to rest on her back, gently stroking down the length of her spine until they rested on the swell of her hips. He squeezed and held her, stepping close to fit his hard cock between her ass cheeks. She couldn’t resist circling her hips to rub against him; loving the quiet gasp he made.

“Oh, that feels good.” He groaned, thrusting against her bottom until she felt the evidence of his need, damp against her skin.

She felt his reluctance as he stepped back. He still held her hips as he dropped to his knees, his hot breath swept across her naked ass, sending darts of lust straight to her clit.

Knowing that she was so on display for him increased the need pounding through her veins. She couldn’t stop herself as she tilted her hips a little more. She wanted to be wide open for him, she wanted his mouth.

The first touch of his lips was almost her undoing, fracturing her control. He kissed every inch of her bottom, open mouthed, ravenous kisses. His stubble exquisite abrasion on her tender skin. Biting and sucking, licking and soothing; he adored every curve and dimple. His hands cupped her, kneaded and squeezed.

“Please!” She cried out in need, her pussy hurting, needing to be fucked. She didn’t care how he did it: fingers, cock, mouth. She writhed and pleaded, desperate for him to finish this.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Her head fell back as she screamed out her pleasure. The beautiful heat engulfed her, every nerve ending begging for more. He didn’t disappoint her.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The blows never landed in the same place twice until her whole ass stung and blazed.

“Oh god! Please finish this, please…”

Her legs trembled and she hung her head, panting.

She was so close, so on edge, needing that little bit more pain to take her over.

“Now! Give it to me now!”

He thrust two fingers inside her drenched pussy finding a swift rhythm as he spanked her, hard, over and over until she broke into a thousand little pieces of exquisite pleasure.

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Gossamer Threads – #masturbationmonday

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I can’t take my eyes off her.

Sophia.

I know her name: her beautiful smile, her husky voice. I know the way she moves; the soft, lilting sway of her hips as she walks by my desk. The full breasts that always seem to be slightly straining the buttons on her blouses. The top two buttons are always undone. I keep getting lost in the deep valley on show – the soft, tanned skin is so tempting to me.

I want to lick it, rain kisses on it, run my fingers over it.

I want to lose myself.

The lust I feel is like nothing I have ever experienced. It has captured me, a silken web that I don’t even attempt to break. I want to wrap myself in its gossamer threads.

Without thinking I push my chair back to stand up and follow the object of my fascination. The need to touch her is a craving that can no longer be ignored.

I don’t stop when I reach Sophia’s office; walking in I turn and shut the door, flicking the lock.

She turns from gazing out of the window.

“Emma?”

There is a knowledge in her eyes.

Can she see how much I want her? I feel like she should, I feel like it is written in neon letters on my forehead as I walk towards her.

She is older than me, such a sexual being. Surely she has experience of this kind of lust, this level of need. My eyes lock onto hers. All I can think about is putting my lips on hers, licking into her mouth, touching her breasts.

Oh god! My heart is pounding, my body struggling to cope with the adrenaline coursing through it.

I stop right in front of her, our breasts almost touching. We are a similar height but that is where the similarity ends. I am pale and slender where she is all dark, sensuous curves.

I hear her exhale a long, shaky breath. Her rich, brown eyes are shining; gold flecks molten in their depths.

“I want you.” I whisper.

“Yes.”

I see the word on her ruby lips, I feel it between my legs.

My hands cup her face, my thumb stroking across her plump lips. Her pink tongue flicks out to lick it, she sucks me into her mouth.

For a brief moment I cannot breath.

“I want to fuck you, make you come. I need to see you come for me.”

The words come out in a rush. I am losing control.

I want to take her, hard, wrap her in my web of wanton need.

“Oh god! Yes…” She moans as she lets go of my finger, falling back slightly to lean against the wall.

“Open your blouse.”

Her fingers work frantically at the small buttons as my hands yank her skirt up over her hips. I grab her silk panties and shove them down to just above her knees.

“Spread your legs.”

The panties mean she can only open her legs a little, but it’s enough. My fingers find her wet and ready. I thrust two inside her. Her eyes close, she is panting and clenching my fingers hard as I fuck her.

“Undo your bra.”

She raises shaky hands to the front clasp and pops it open. Her full breasts tumble out, her brown nipples already hard and tight. They sway a little each time my fingers fuck into her.

I want them in my mouth.

She watches me, waiting. A light sheen of sweat shimmers on her chest.

“Hold them for me.”

Her hands cup her stunning breasts and lift them to my waiting, ravenous mouth. I lick and suck them, leaving a wet, gossamer trail across her flawless, golden skin.

“Please…” She is on edge, I see the desperation on her face.

Withdrawing my fingers I quickly rub their slippery warmth on and around her clit until her whole body tenses.

Her hands let go of her breasts and fall down to press against the wall.

“I want to see you, Sophia.”

“Oh god! It’s too much… I can’t…” She is starting to panic.

I lean back slightly. I know what she needs.

My other hand comes down in a rapid series of smacks on her bottom. The stinging pain releases her orgasm and I thrust my fingers back into her body as she moans my name. Arching her back, she jerks and shudders through her climax.

I can’t look away.

I am lost.


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Waiting – #masturbationmonday

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Naked, she stands facing the white wall, dark, long hair falling down her back in thick waves. The wall is cool, soothing against her burning skin. Her hand rests by her head, fingers opening and closing with anticipation. Rocking her body slightly, her tight nipples rub and grind on the hard surface – such delicious friction.

She sighs, spreading her fingers wide, pressing her palm to the wall.

Waiting.

Her body is ready, knowing he is watching her is all it ever takes. Her skin tingles where his gaze touches her. The back of her shapely calves, the hills and valleys of her bottom, the most sensitive of places, the base of her back which dips and arches. Her body undulates towards the wall in remembered bliss as his eyes travel up the fluid lines of her back.

Her feet separate, the ache in her pussy beginning to consume her. She’s so needy now, so wanton.

His footsteps echo on the tiled floor, bringing a deep stillness to her body. Barely breathing she prepares herself for his first touch.

She feels the heat emanating from his body first. He is still dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. The graze of the material, as he comes to a halt behind her, only heightens the sensitivity in her skin.

He stands slightly to the side of her, his head bent as he watches his hand cup the soft underside of her bottom.

She lets out a long, controlled exhale.

He gently traces the curve until it meets the centre of her body, following the deep crevasse upwards until his hand lingers on the elegant bow of her lower back.

“So beautiful…” he whispers.

His hand draws mesmerising patterns on her skin: so soft, so torturously soft.

She swallows hard, trying to control her increasingly erratic breathing. Her nipples hurt now – so tight and sensitive. She knows they will be adorned soon, the cause of exquisite agony.

The soft pad of one finger dances up her spine. She can’t help pushing her bottom out and arching her back; her breasts flattening against the wall as her head falls back with a gasp.

A low, gruff laugh. “So sensitive, Babygirl. Such a test for my self-control.”

She stands tall again, she knows that’s what he wants.

“Good girl. Soon now. I’m impatient tonight.”

The husky words make her heart sing. Her ruby lips curl into a small smile of satisfaction.

Suddenly, two hands sweep over her back, firm and a little rough. She feels his calluses catch on her soft skin, leaving stinging trails of heat in their wake.

A fine sheen of sweat covers her body as her heart thumps hard in her chest. She feel his need like a pulsing, rhythmic beat on her skin. Tensing every muscle, she tries to breath.

HIs hands push the long strand of her hair over one shoulder revealing the delicate nape of her neck. His hands don’t stop moving now. Her head falls forward onto the cool wall as they glide over her shoulders and neck into her hair; over and over like waves crashing onto her body. Her skin is on fire, the hair on her head tangling with his fingers until she realises he is collecting it into his big hand, holding it in a thick, tousled ponytail.

His hand tightens in her hair and he pulls her head back. The sting makes her eyes water. It hurts – it really hurts – but she wants it, she’s been waiting for it.

He pulls her body from the wall to make room for his other hand. Her stance widens to accommodate the movement. He squeezes her breast, a teasing, brief taster of what’s to come; before his hand drops down to between her legs where he thrusts two fingers straight into her drenched, swollen pussy.

“Ahh!” She screams as her inner muscles milk his fingers in a desperate attempt to get what she needs.

He bends down to whisper against her cheek.

“No mercy tonight, Babygirl.”


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