The Battle #masturbationmonday

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I have tried for a long time to resist you.

We part and come together with the seasons, so the temptation of you is not always pressing against my consciousness.

When we are apart, I think of you, but the intensity is dulled by space and distance.

When we are together my skin burns, you are the sun and I am naked, unprotected.

Now, I continue to step away from you, but each step is harder than the next, I am braced against a steep slope, with a sense of stark inevitability as my feet slip back to the bottom.

I look over my shoulder and you are there, waiting. There is a knowledge in your eyes. It infuriates me as much as my body burns for you.

You only want me because I have put up a fight. We both know it and I am suddenly exhausted, the slope is too steep and I crash down into your arms.

My traitorous body moulds against yours, my exhaustion your ally today. This may look like capitulation but you will never have all of me. My tired mind still has a few defences remaining, even as parts of me immediately begin to tingle and ache as they rub against you.

Your head lowers to kiss me but I turn my face. A token resistance now and we both know it. You draw back slightly to look at me. I expect to see your cocky grin, instead your mouth is a straight line and your jaw is clenched.

“Stop fighting me.”

Your voice is low and intense. I don’t recognise it. Where are the jokes? The flippant words like arrows flying straight and true?

You look like you want to say more, but a look of frustration crosses your face. Gathering my face in your big hands you leave me no choice this time as your lips descend to mine.

Soft. So soft and warm. I brace myself but you are gentle and I don’t understand what is happening.

“Open,” you whisper and I do. My lips part, your tongue sweeps into my mouth and sensation strokes between my legs in time with your kiss.

I have never felt anything like this: my heart thuds in my chest, a rosy flush spreads over my skin and I can’t get close enough; I can’t touch you enough.

Your hands move into my hair, to the back of my neck where your thumbs graze my jaw as we work together in this kiss. We are sharing the same air, breathing for each other and I wonder how I will breath when this ends.

You feel the change in me. I know you do because I feel your body stiffen. You hold me tighter for a moment then release me when I push against your chest.

I take a step back and meet your tense, angry gaze.

“I want us to fuck – just once. Then I want you to leave me alone.” There is only the slightest tremor in my words.

You squint your eyes and take a breath as if to say something but I shake my head.

“No talking. Do it, or go now.” The steel in my voice is fuelled by the sharp stab of vulnerability that twists inside me.

I see you come to a decision and I know this is for the best. I know as you remove my clothes that this is all you want. I know as you sink to your knees and open my legs that each lick and bite has been done a thousand times to a thousand different women and I know that I am no different now.

I have given in and I will never forgive myself.

I feel the anger build with each delicious lick and I watch you look up to me but I refuse to accept the sincerity in your eyes. My hands thread through your hair and I pull you closer, wanting you deeper – harder. My hips begin to circle and my feet slide a little further apart. Your hands come up to press against my thighs, you want to slow things down but that’s not going to happen.

This is a battle, it needs to be fought and I don’t intend to lose.

Your tongue covers every sensitive inch of me; your soft lips torture my clit until my thoughts are in chaos and my body loses all grace and I am riding your face.

Oh God! I am so close and I can’t control it.

I shout out, a ragged, unintelligible sound. You suck my clit into your hot, wet mouth and all I can do is lock my knees and hold on.

For one blinding moment I am indestructible.

I have had you and survived.


 

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Flying #masturbationmonday

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The blindfold was soft against her skin. She kept turning her head to see if it was totally secure – hoping and dreading that she’d see who was going to walk through the bedroom door. The material moved a little but never enough, brushing the tips of her eyelashes as she searched the darkness.

She tugged at the ropes tied around her wrists and ankles – no give there. She was held fast, spread wide, and she’d never felt so vulnerable in her life. The only thing keeping her here, the only thing stopping her from shouting out and ending this, was the excitement that coursed through her body.

She could hear them. Deep, low male voices. One was familiar, the other was not. It was the latter that she strained to catch, desperately wanting it to come closer, to whisper in her ear.

Breathing deeply, she tried to calm herself down, it helped to some extent. She closed her eyes and embraced the darkness rather than fighting it. She was so aware of her body. It had been disconcerting to begin with. Now she tried to catalogue each muscle, tensing and relaxing them until she felt that she had a tenuous hold on the edge of her control.

She watched her control slip out of her grasp when she heard the door open. She went very still, trying to track the movements in the room.

“You were right,” said the unknown voice after a brief, agonising moment.

She turned her head in the direction of the deep sound, surprised by the soft, lilting Irish accent – wanting to hear more.

“She’s stunning. She has my imagination running riot.” His words were a little husky now and they made her bite her lip.

“Tell me what you have in mind.” Her man demanded conversationally.

She heard the rustle of clothes being removed, a belt buckle jingling, a shoe being tossed across the floor. There appeared to be a gratifying haste behind their movements now.

“Well, I want to play with those pretty breasts – they’re gorgeous. God, those nipples were made to be sucked. I want to lick and bite them, make them cherry red and hard.”

Her nipples instantly tightened and she felt her breasts move with her ragged intake of breath – loving knowing their eyes were on her.

“Go on…”

“First, I want to taste that pussy. Look how wet she is already. Jesus!”

“She does look pretty wound up. I suppose I should let you have her then.”

She didn’t know which was the stronger emotion: mortification over them seeing the evidence of her arousal so clearly, or the need to spread her legs wider. She let a little whimper slip out.

Every beat of her heart pulsed between her legs as she felt the bed dip by her feet. She prayed to every god she could think of that they wouldn’t make her wait much longer. She felt big hands run up the inside of her taut thighs and she felt warm breath ruffle her curls just before a gentle finger ran down her slick folds.

“Oh!” The first contact was a shock, even though she’d been preparing for it, but it felt good – really good.

“Show me.” Her man was hungry, she could hear it. Knowing he was watching this scene play out fed her arousal until her heart banged hard in her chest and her pussy ached.

Irish spread her folds until her clit stood out swollen and needy; his breath touched her just before his lips. He kissed her softly right on it, once… twice. Then his hot, wet tongue circled until she strained against the ropes, letting loose a long, low moan.

Her man chuckled. “Greedy girl. She wants it, make her wait a little longer.”

“I want a proper taste anyway – need to get nice and deep to do that.”

She felt his big hands go underneath her arse, lifting her as much as the rope would allow. He licked the length of her before spearing his tongue deep inside her, his face pressed firmly against her. In and out, swirling around her tightly clenched channel.

There were so many sensations she was struggling to compute them all. His nose pressed just below her clit, she needed it just a little higher. Tugging on the ropes she tried to move on him, but it wasn’t possible and she felt that potent, stab of panic at her lack of control. She needed to come so badly now it had taken over her body.

Hands touched her breasts, squeezing and pushing them together. Her man’s voice in her ear, “Relax, baby and take it.”

His mouth was on her tight nipples, sucking and licking. Pressing them together he moved from one to the other, licking into the deep V of her cleavage, leaving her skin wet and ready to take him.

As he straddled her chest and pushed his hard cock between her breasts, Irish withdrew his tongue and finger fucked her, while his tongue paid attention to the place that needed it the most.

It was sensory overload. She loved having her breasts used this way, usually loved watching but now she just felt his weight on her, listened to his quick breaths. She felt surrounded – the ropes – his weight – the hands working between her legs. Every cell in her body wanted it and reached for what she knew was coming.

“Please!” She shouted.

“Do it now. I’m going to come on her tits. Make her come then fuck her.”

In the end the words were all she needed. Irish sucked on her clit while his fingers worked inside her and she came apart while the ropes held her tightly in place.

She was still flying when she felt his thick, hard cock sink into her – still floating when she felt her man’s warm wetness on her breasts.

She never wanted to land.


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Rebecca x

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Exposed part 2 #masturbationmonday

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Hello!

This is part 2 – I would recommend you read part 1 before you read this.

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She felt suspended in the moment.

It was inevitable, she supposed, that she would end up here, like this. She felt awkward and tense, like an interloper, a clueless one at that, but she couldn’t deny her arousal.

She wasn’t surprised by these feelings; even her fantasies contained hushed embarrassment and notes of fear. The reality was far sharper, the fear a visceral reaction running through her body.

It was his words that had brought her here.

They had been reassuring, caring, kind enough to dampen the fear and tempting enough for her to release her desire, twisting and turning until it found a way through the tight cords of the knot inside her.

He walked back into the room, the glow from the lamp warming the skin of his gorgeous muscled torso. Loose black trousers fell from lean hips. She liked how he moved – lithe and powerful. Her eyes were quickly tugged and held by the black rope in his hands. It was wound neatly, looked quite utilitarian coiled so carefully, but she felt the weight of it when he dropped it onto the table.

Her skin began to hum in response, hungry to feel the pressure, the tight unyielding hold of it.

“We will begin slowly. Tonight, I will give you a taste of the rope – so you can determine if it’s what you truly want. Remove your clothes. I would prefer you to be naked, but you can leave your underwear on if you need to.”

She did as instructed, needing the final barrier of her underwear to remain. Feeling vulnerable, trying to read his gaze, she wanted to know how he saw her.

“You’re beautiful, Grace – everything I imagined.”

His words stroked her fragile heart, finding the loose ends of the knot, gently rolling the frayed strands. Her arms hanging loosely by her sides, she exhaled: a long, lovely release of tension.

Her heart rate accelerated, a pounding beat that she felt throughout her body. He came towards her, pulling the ends so it unravelled, letting it fall to the floor while he held the ends together. She couldn’t take her eyes off it, desperate to know what it would feel like but fearing it all the same.

“I want you to cross your arms behind your back, your forearms parallel to each other. I’m going to bind them together. The rope will go up your back and around your shoulders, crossing below and above your breasts as well. Ok?”

“Yes.” She replied softly.

Yes! Please do it, I want it, I want to be bound tight, held together with the rope.

Stepping behind her, he waited for her to position her arms correctly. Then she felt him place the rope around her wrists. The initial contact, the roughness of the rope made her jump slightly, even though she was expecting it. She felt so ridiculously gauche – what must he think of her?

“Relax, Grace. Just let yourself be.”

He pressed himself close to her back and wrapped his arms around her. “Breath with me.”

She felt his chest expand and contract, closed her eyes and felt the rhythm of his breathing against her neck. She breathed in when he did, exhaling the same. After a while she found herself drifting, concentrating on the beating of her pulse, the expansion of her lungs instead of his movements.

The rope came up her back from her tied wrists and passed over her arm to loop around the front of her body, moving across the top of her breasts; a straight line that wrapped around her body twice, pinning her arms to her side.

The rope felt like the earth, rough and strong; she could see the strands braided together like vines and wondered how it almost felt alive as it wound around her.

Her body felt light, she thought she might float away until he tugged the rope, tightened a knot, holding her to the ground.

Her breasts thrust out in response as she felt him create a knot in the centre of her back between her shoulder blades, a delicious pressure point against her spine. He passed the rope between her arm and her body, weaving on the loom, in and out, winding and crossing until her arms were completely bound and her breasts were framed by the rope.

Her legs were braced apart, her balance strangely uncertain with her arms bound as they were. She felt his hands leave the rope and stroke over the curve of her hips; sweeping round her body, following the line of her knickers until his fingers dipped into the lace. Down until they wove through her pubic hair, curling and twisting, sliding low to feel her arousal, a slippery warmth – a beacon to be followed.

She held her breath as he rubbed and circled her clit for the first time. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, a moan released from her throat. The elegant line an enticement for his lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, lost in the embrace of the rope, the wet warmth of his tongue on her skin.

“Bend over the table, Grace.”

Turning her face, she laid her hot cheek against the cool, varnished wood; felt his hot hands rip her knickers down until he tapped her ankles to step out of them.

Her breath caught as he kicked her legs wide, leaving her exposed and greedy. His hands squeezed and moved her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart for his mouth. The first soft lap had her flexing her bound hands and pressing her breasts against the table. Her swollen, aching flesh wept.

“Please…” She whispered.

She couldn’t think clearly, but she didn’t need to. The rope held her together, so she could let go of the knot inside her. She felt it unwind with every stroke of his tongue – each dip and push, pull and rise, until it was a loose coil, undone.

She pushed herself towards his mouth, unable to get enough, desperate for more. More tongue, more friction, more pressure. All of it. Every last bit that he could give her.

She needed it – oh god – it had to be now. No more waiting. Please!

She gasped as his mouth left her, moaned as his fingers pushed inside her. He set a demanding rhythm: hard and fast, filling and stretching her tight flesh.

Her nipples rubbed against the table, her arms strained against the rope. She felt the heat start between her legs. His other hand had moved round to rub her clit and she bit down on her lip as the tension built in her body.

On tip toes she reached for it, feeling the orgasm bloom low down in her abdomen.

“It’s there, Grace. Let it go now.”

She cried out in frustration. It was locked tight and she didn’t know how to release it.

Then his open hand came down hard on her bottom; the pain distracted her, the burn entranced her. Again and again he smacked her until the heat on her skin permeated her flesh, down and around, seeping into her pussy and her clit, making her clench tight around his fingers. This only compounded the ache, pushing her over the edge until she felt it burst out of her.

She cried out again, but this time it was an explosion of tension. Her body, held so tight for so long, snapped loose like a taut sail suddenly untied.

She felt the rope in that final moment, holding her wrists, circling her arms, across her chest and she had never felt so free.


I fought with this story, a proper scrap – words were said, the air was blue, laptops were nearly thrown.

Writing is not always easy – sometimes it’s more WWF than anything vaguely intellectual!!!

Hope you enjoyed it!

As always, thanks for reading. Check out Kayla Lords’ site for the rest of the Masturbation Monday posts. They’re always hot and well worth a read.

Rebecca x

Sexy Story Contest: ‘Donuts’

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So Oleander Plume ran a writing competition – it had prizes and everything! She’s got a list of crazy, hilarious prompts and to enter we had to pick one and write a story based on one of them. This is my entry.

When I read the list of prompts, one immediately jumped out at me so I ran with it…

I chose 11) two under cover cops on a stakeout are bored and horny.

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Jonny yawned, long and loud. He’d been sat in this pile-of-shit car with his partner, Matt, for fucking ages. They were on a stake out, which sounded way more interesting than it actually was. What it actually consisted of was lots of sitting around, scratching their asses, eating crap, drinking coffee that resembled sludge more than the actual beverage, and talking utter, complete, shit for hours at a time.

He’d bet on that last donut currently sat in its box on the dash, that the suspects weren’t going to show. To be honest it could go either way and he wouldn’t really give a damn. He was bored out of his ever-loving mind and could practically feel his brain shutting down despite the caffeine and sugar consumption he’d subjected his body to over the last five hours.

What the hell! He could always do with a bit more sugar.

He reached forward for that last remaining donut. It was frosted with sprinkles and he knew it was filled with gooey jelly and cream. He could feel his mouth watering, preparing for that first bite.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Jonny-Boy?”

He rolled his eyes. Trust Matt to get worked up about the last donut even though he’d eaten most of the box by himself.

He gave Matt the side-eye and said, “Eating the donut.”

“I don’t think so – that’s got my name on it.”

“Nope. It’s mine – you had the last one and five more before that.” He quickly grabbed the object of their attention and started to bring it to his already open mouth. This trajectory was altered when Matt’s giant paw of a hand grabbed hold of his wrist in a vice like grip.

“The only way you’re eating that donut is off my dick, Jonny-Boy.” Matt stated calmly……….

…..to be continued.


Just a teaser for now, the rest of the story will be coming soon in an exciting new project. I will announce the details ASAP.

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Rebecca x

Guest Post: No Mercy Part 2 by Exhibit A #masturbationmonday @EA_unadorned

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You asked for it, so he has delivered! Here’s part two from last week’s story by Exhibit A see part one here. It totally lives up to my expectations, I’m sure you’ll feel the same. I like these three – they’re good together. Keep some kind of cooling aid close by…

I worked Becky’s stiff nipple with my tongue, my shoulder pressed almost companionably against Sam’s. Between us, we had her pinned to the bed; our hands were on her biceps and stomach, and I felt her muscles tense as she tested the weight of our grip. Her movements were shaky and uncontrolled though, and when I swept my fingers down across her belly to brush over the soft curls above her cunt, she sighed and fell still again.

I flicked my eyes back to Sam’s body. His cock had remained fully erect ever since I’d entered the room, and I recalled the pride in Becky’s voice every time she talked about sucking it.

“It might be over eight inches, but I can still get all of him in my mouth. He said he’s never seen anything like it.”

Becky’s eyes were still squeezed shut as we caressed her skin, but her mouth opened and closed with each short, shallow breath. I reached up and took her jawbone between my thumb and forefinger. Her face was flushed already, and warm to the touch when I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

Sam leaned in closer, but I laid my fingertips against his chest and pushed him back onto his haunches.

“Becky,” I whispered. “Becky, look at me.”

She nuzzled my hand, but her eyes stayed shut. I forced her lips apart with my thumb, and pushed down on her bottom front teeth until her mouth opened wide.

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“Mm, that’s better,” I said. “But it’s about time you did some of the work. I want you to suck Sam’s cock for me. Take as much as you can. Show me just how much you love having his fat dick in your throat.”

Sam grunted his approval, as I leaned back and pulled Becky up onto her knees. Her body was limp in my arms, and she allowed me to turn her sideways until she faced him. I saw their eyes meet for the first time; there was trust and affection in the way he looked at her, and she practically glowed in response.

Becky reached a hand out – no longer tentative or shy – and cupped Sam’s heavy balls. I wrapped her dark hair tightly around my fist, ready to guide her movements, but something about the way she touched him made me pause. I opened my fingers again and let her hair fall down over her shoulders, then moved my fingers back along her spine until I reached her arse.

Sam’s cock twitched, as Becky continued to stare up at him.

“Fuck, man,” he said, his voice husky and thick. “I’ve missed this mouth so much. No-one sucks my cock quite like she does.”

“Oh, I can believe that. She practically drools every time she talks about it. Filthy little slut, our Becky – her cunt is soaking wet already.”

I dipped my fingers between Becky’s arse cheeks. She was a mess; a soft, slick, hot little puddle of need, and I struggled to keep my thumb on her clit as she ground back against me.

“Stop squirming and do as you’re told. Get your fucking mouth around his cock.”

I held my middle and ring fingers together, and slid them inside Becky’s cunt. She squeezed them like she’d squeezed my dick so many times over the previous few months, but her focus had returned to Sam, who thrust his hips expectantly towards her. With an audible intake of breath – like a swimmer preparing to dive underwater – she pressed her lips against the end of his cock, and slowly let them open around it.

Even with my fingers inside her, I felt suddenly like a voyeur, such was Becky’s sudden concentration on Sam’s pleasure. She had to stretch to fit him in her mouth, and she made no effort to hide the wet hiss of saliva each time the head dragged back and forward over her tongue. It seemed to arouse him even more, the sound of her sucking his cock, and I watched it get even thicker as he tossed his head back and let her work further and further down the shaft.

I dug my nails into Becky’s arse, and started to move my fingers deeper inside her, matching the rhythm of her mouth on Sam’s cock. Her hand twisted around his length as she sucked him, simultaneously holding him in place and coaxing him further into her throat. I was almost afraid to break the spell, but couldn’t resist letting her know what effect the whole scene was having on me.

“God, you look so fucking hot like that. You really were born to do this, weren’t you? I can feel how tight you are around my fingers right now. Don’t you dare come though. Not till you’ve tasted his.”

I spat on my other hand and pumped it over my own cock, as Becky swallowed even more of Sam’s. I suddenly understood how she deep-throated mine with such apparent ease; Sam’s was a good two inches longer, but finally her nose pressed against his pubic hair and she moaned in triumph, the sound muffled by the sheer volume of dick in her mouth. Gasping for breath, she let it slide all the way out again, and I felt pre-cum smudge the ball of my thumb as I saw how wet his long shaft was with her spit.

Becky looked back over her shoulder for the first time. Her eyes widened at the sight of me stroking my cock. I took my fingers out of her cunt, and gently rolled them in circles over her clit.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking him? Look, now he’s having to get himself off – and that’s meant to be your job.”

Becky turned back to Sam, who had replaced her mouth with his hand. Sweat glistened on his chest, and the veins that criss-crossed his cock were thick and swollen with blood. I realised he was seconds away from orgasm; Becky clearly saw it too, because she batted his arm away and fell on him with renewed vigour. The mattress shifted beneath us, but an earthquake could have struck the hotel and still Becky would have sucked him, such was her determination to finish the job.

I looked up at Sam’s face. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were wide open, and he stared back at me. Neither of us could keep our gaze off Becky for long though; the sexual energy that radiated from her body was like nothing I’d ever seen. With a final shudder, Sam pushed his cock inside her mouth, and I knew without question that the first shot of cum had just hit the back of Becky’s throat.

“Oh…fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said. “Oh, you fucking beautiful little bitch.”

He tried to pull away, but Becky wouldn’t let him. Only when I put my hand on her shoulder did she release his cock, just in time for the last few drops to spill out over her lips. I struggled not to laugh with joy at what had just happened.

“That was incredible. You were incredible. Jesus.”

Becky rolled onto her side and smiled weakly up at me. My hand was still clamped between her legs; I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to the same shaking, breathless orgasm that she’d just given Sam, but something told me there was no need to rush things. Keeping her on the edge for a while longer might be to everyone’s benefit, after all.

I straddled Becky’s motionless body, as Sam crawled round behind me. Her eyes followed my cock, which bobbed closer and closer to her face. I nodded at Sam, who licked his index finger and found her clit. He slowly rubbed it, as I reached round and lifted Becky’s head up towards my crotch.

“You were incredible…but don’t think for a moment that you’re done yet.”

Exhibit A May 2015


As always, thanks for reading. This is the last post for Masturbation Month – but we won’t be stopping, don’t you worry. Take a look at Kayla’s site for more Masturbation Monday posts.

A big thank you to Exhibit A for the last two weeks’ posts. Check out his site for more great erotica and other sex blogging goodness. I can’t help thinking there could be a really yummy part 3 to this story… if he decides to ever write that, I’ll let you know.

It’ll be me again next week – I’ve already got a few ideas… I’ve had a request for a M/F/F menage. Not done one of those yet, so I’m tempted.

Rebecca x

At The End Of The Day – #masturbationmonday

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The main floor is quiet now. The team have been sent to the pub with two hundred quid behind the bar to celebrate the successful completion of our latest project.

I begin to undo my tie as I make my way back to Maddie’s office. There’s only one way I want to celebrate and it’s waiting for me inside that room.

I hear a low moan as I open the door. I rip my tie from around my neck and start on my shirt buttons as I walk in, taking a moment to lock the door.

“You couldn’t wait for me then?” I ask wryly, shrugging out of my shirt.

Watching Maddie suck on Aidan’s bottom lip makes my cock twitch. I see her tongue flick out before her full lips capture his, taking it inside her mouth. She is only a few inches shorter than him in her high heels, slender where he is broad. Her blouse is hanging open, I catch a tantalising glimpse of black lace.

She smiles and continues to torment him. I love to see her mouth on him, love to watch his reaction.

Jesus, I lost count how many times I watched her working today and imagined her mouth on me. She was in her element, troubleshooting, checking the detail, kicking ass when needed and always aware of the next step; taking us where we needed to go. She was fucking mesmerising.

She turns her head to look at me. “Get over here.”

It is a command I am more than willing to obey.

I walk over and stand at her back. They continue to kiss as I slip the blouse from her shoulders. I see Aidan close his eyes as his tongue reaches out to touch Maddie’s. So hot seeing him lost in her. I bend a little to kiss the vulnerable nape of her neck. Her hair is up, she prefers it this way.

I press my hard cock against her backside, groaning when she moves against me. Looking over her shoulder I see Aidan watching me with hot, heavy lidded eyes.

Dropping the blouse I lift my arms to cup her small breasts. Pulling the bra down, I immediately take hold of her nipples. I hear her breath hitch as I roll and pull them. She is incredibly sensitive there. I feel her press into my hands, searching, wanting more.

Aiden’s open hands stroke up her back, getting rid of her bra on the way. I watch their journey back down the elegant line of her spine, the gentle curve of her waist as he unzips her skirt. I take over from there, falling to my knees I tug the skirt down with her knickers and tap her ankles to step out of them. My eyes move from her black heels, up her long, slender legs to the place between her legs that I want to taste. My mouth waters.

She steps back from Aidan. “Get naked.”

Walking over to the couch, she sits down facing us. Our belts jingle in unison as we strip for her. My heart begins to pound. Finally naked, we walk over to where we know she wants us to be.

Her legs are spread wide, I can’t take my eyes off her fingers gently stroking up and down her slit. Taking hold of my cock, I stroke the length, pumping once, twice before I have to let go.

We kneel between her legs, our shoulders touching, one arm goes around each other, the other rests on each of Maddie’s thighs. We’ve found it’s a more comfortable fit this way.

Aidan and I look at each other, the flush on his cheeks surely matches my own. I feel it sweep down my neck, onto my chest. No matter how many times we do this, the anticipation always makes my stomach tense. We lean towards each other to kiss, a slow, soft exchange of excitement and want.

“Oh I love watching you kiss – so beautiful.” She murmurs.

We smile and break apart with a last long lick. Our eyes meet. We don’t need to speak. We move as one until our mouths hover just above her pussy. Her hands settle on the back of our heads, gripping then releasing our hair. She is impatient tonight.

Her pussy is pink and glistening; the neat folds smooth and inviting. We take it in turns to kiss her, lightly at first, tiny flicks of our tongues; long, soft strokes either side of her folds. We never touch her clit. We tease, suck and lick her everywhere else until her hips are moving in a steady undulating rhythm and she is emitting an almost continuous low moan.

“Oh fuck yeah!” She is breathless. “That feels so good. Don’t stop doing that… oh god, I love watching you both.”

I look up to see her hands squeezing her breasts, her eyes locked on us. There is a desperation there already. I tangle my tongue with Aidan’s, covering the whole of her swollen, wet flesh with long, firm strokes. We move up to her clit and lavish it with attention, her head goes back, her back arches. My cock feels like it’s going to explode, I want to take hold of it but know I must wait. She is close now. I want to see her come, want to taste it and feel it on my tongue.

Aidan shifts slightly and thrusts two fingers inside her. Maddie’s stomach clenches, we hold her thighs apart, fucking her with mouths, tongues, fingers; continuous motion that makes her thighs shake and her hands pull and tug at our hair.

“There! Fuck! Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop!”

She sits forward as her muscles tense and screams out her release. We continue to fuck her until her body jerks and twists. She pushes our heads away and collapses back against the couch, panting and gasping for breath. She is flushed, her skin shiny with sweat.

This is my favourite version of Maddie.

We sit back on our heels, cocks straining and wait for our next instruction.



 

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Can’t Wait #masturbationmonday

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library toilet story

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“Quick!” I grab hold of his hand and practically drag him into the library toilets. This isn’t my usual style, but I know there’s a new, large, wheelchair accessible cubicle in there that is hardly used. Right now it has our names on it.

We run in and lock the door. “Get your fucking clothes off.” My hands are tearing at my clothes; I need them off – need to feel the air on my skin and his mouth on my pussy.

Waiting isn’t an option.

I look up to see him naked and ready: his long, thick cock in his hand. He is taking ragged, uneven breaths.

I throw my coat down and point to it. “Sit there with your back against the wall and your legs out straight.”

He does as he is told. His beautiful obedience makes my pussy ache.

Standing in front of him, my fingers move to stroke between my legs. His dark eyes watch the tips disappear in my wet curls; he licks his full lips as they come out glistening.

I straddle his legs, my pussy level with his face, one hand on the wall behind him. “Suck them, lick them clean.” I whisper pushing them into his mouth. I shiver as I feel his tongue lick between them, little flicks that shoot straight to my clit.

“I’m going to fuck your face.” He moans, low and needy. “I want you to jerk off too.”

I step forward lifting one leg over his shoulder planting my foot firmly on the floor. I need to be well balanced for what I want to do.

His head falls back so the top of it rests against the wall at his back, lifting his mouth to me. I shift the last few inches, lining my pussy up with those wanton lips. I take hold of his face with my hands, holding him in place while I begin to grind down on him.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I breathe out as I stare down into his clear eyes.

Around and around, up and down, my hips undulate, a continuous motion, seeking pleasure, needing a fast hard come. I use his mouth, his tongue, his nose, his stubbly chin. I fuck his face and the power rushes through me like a goddamn jet plane.

I can’t get enough, I am drenched, soaking his face and he is humming his enjoyment, the vibrations ricocheting through me.

Both our rhythms falter when we hear the door go, but I continue to move on his face, pulling his hair, telling him not to stop.

Can’t stop now.

Footsteps, the squeak of a door hinge, the lock slides closed.

He is jerking off fast and hard, his tongue and mouth devouring my drenched sex. I can hardly breath.

The toilet flushes, the lock pulls back, more footsteps, a tap running. I allow myself to pull in a couple of much needed breathes. The hand dryer going on covers the sound of my wet pussy slapping against his face as I race to finish.

The dryer stops. I am dying. I slow but I can’t stop my hips from moving. Why aren’t they leaving? Get the fuck out now!! My body is tensed, every muscle clenched and straining for it.

Finally, they move towards the door. It opens…closes and I lose it.

I exhale loudly, panting and moaning as I thrust my pussy onto his mouth, grinding and circling my hips in a strong, powerful motion – finding just the right angle – just the right amount of pressure on my pulsing clit.

“Oh yeah! I’m close. I want you to come with me.” I receive a small nod of agreement as he looks at me, the feel of his arm working hard against my leg.

“Yeah, oh god, right there. Take it. So good, so fucking good.” My head falls back on my shoulders and I just can’t stop the yell of release escaping my mouth. My orgasm consumes me, my body locked into position above him.

I feel his free hand move to grip my ankle as he grunts and jerks his way through his own climax. I wish I could have watched him. He is so beautiful when he comes, but my forehead is resting against the wall and I am only just managing to stay on my feet.

My body relaxes. I finally move off his face so he can breath a little easier, lifting my leg back over his shoulder so I can kneel beside him. Reaching for some toilet tissue, I clean him up. My eyes run over his toned, muscular body, eventually meeting his adoring gaze; knowing that it is reflected in my own eyes.

 

 

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