On Your Knees #masturbationmonday

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This is part of a short story that I wrote a while ago – it is written from Emma’s POV. The characters: Sophia (older woman in her 40s) and Emma (much younger in her 20s) – are in a changing room in a shop. Emma is a student who rents a room in Sophia’s house. The sexual tension has been growing between them culminating in this scene.


The corset falls to the floor and she is so stunningly beautiful in her nakedness. She immediately falls forward, her hands on the mirror, her heavy breasts swaying, pushing her ass out for more. She is panting. She wants this.

“Spread your legs a little. Show me.”

My first sight of her, there, draws me like cool water on my hot skin. I have to touch it. It looks so good, pink and glistening, the trimmed black curls wet and silky. My fingers run down the line of her pussy. Holy mother of god, I feel like I’m going to explode. My clit feels huge pressed against the seam of my jeans and I want to just rub myself all over her.

“So beautiful…” I watch two of my fingers sink into her body. “I want to do so many things to you…” In and out, long, slow slides; twisting and bending. “But not here, I want to hear you scream and beg, we can’t do that here. For now, I want to make you come. I want to see your face and feel your come on my hands, taste it on my tongue, in my mouth.”

“Yes.” She moans. “Please, make me come. I’ve wanted it for so long…”

Her sentence ends on a strangled yelp when I withdraw my fingers and put my mouth on her. There is no finesse here: I hold her open and devour her, tonguing and sucking her. Lapping with a soft tongue; driving into her, my tongue a rigid spear. She is a wet mess and it is all over my face.

She tastes so good, tangy and tart with an underlying sweetness that I know I will want to savour time and time again.

Her legs are shaking now. I slap her ass, feeling the vibration on my cheek just before I pull away. I wipe my face on her rosy skin. I don’t want to make her come this way the first time – I want to see her face.

Standing up, I pull her into my arms, kissing her, lashing her with my tongue, making her taste herself. Walking her backwards, I stop when she is pressed against the wall.

“Your clothes…” She gasps.

“Later. Spread your legs.” My hand lands on the wall by her head, the other takes hold of her full, round breast. I squeeze it, pinch and pull her nipple, until her eyes roll back and her head hits the wall. “Like that?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

I slap her there, hard but not as hard as I want to. I’m not sure how far to go yet.

She opens her glazed eyes as she moans my name.

“How about that?” I struggle to swallow, waiting.

“God, yes. Again, please…. harder.”

I give her what she wants, watching her breasts move, the skin turn pink and her desire run down her leg.

I feel a trickle of sweat roll down my spine.

My eyes roam over her flushed face: her mascara has run a little and there is a fine sheen of sweat on her upper lip. She has never looked more perfect to me.

I want to give her what she needs.

My fingers find her slippery clit. She bites her lip, looks slightly panicked, like it’s too big, too much for her to handle. I rub and stroke her, dipping my fingers inside her then spreading her wetness all over her pussy. I use my whole hand, working every part of her until she is grabbing hold of my shoulders, up on her tip toes.

“Oh god! Oh god! I can’t…”

“I want to see you.”

“Yes.” She gasps.

I thrust three fingers inside her and fuck her hard.

“Oh shit!” Her words are shaky, her mouth trembling.

Her fingers will leave bruises where she grips me.

I watch her breasts move every time I fuck into her; her dark nipples tight and swollen. I dip to take one into my mouth. She cries out, I move my hand to cover her mouth, wondering fleetingly what it would feel like to hold her throat. She takes a deep breath through her nose – her eyes wide – a muffled moan against my palm.

“Come on!” I urge, watching my fingers fuck her. I curl them inside her and bang the heel of my hand against her clit.

My eyes go back to her face as I feel her whole body clench. She squats down, rolling and thrusting her pussy onto my hand.

“That’s it, take what you need.” I whisper.

Puffs of air on my damp palm as she closes her eyes and screams out her orgasm into my hand. I don’t stop fucking her; I feel a warm rush of wet heat. Her gift to me.

She sags against me for a moment. I stroke her hair once, twice, feeling her breathing slow and readjust. Taking hold of her hair, I pull her head back to see the knowing in her eyes.

“On your knees.”

Our eyes are locked as she sinks to her knees in front of me. Defining moments are often only recognized when a person looks back, reminisces; but I know that this is it for me. Right here, with this woman on her knees before me. I have imagined this so many times, but the reality of it surprises me; it leaves me feeling humbled and powerful at the same time. A strange dichotomy, to be savoured later.

“Hold your hands behind your back.”

I unzip my jeans, pushing them down my legs, shedding another layer of uncertainty. Gripping her hair, I bring her mouth to my aching pussy. I hear the faint sound of somebody coughing in the shop as she takes her first taste of me. My head rolls forward to watch. I really must remember to stay quiet.


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Rebecca x

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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.

 

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Rebecca x