Michael's gaze lifted as a dark shadow fell across him. He had been
sitting in his chair in his living room, ruminating over how utterly
meaningless his life was, and tired of the 9 to 5 grind everyday that
left him tired and restless at the same time. He now set eyes on the
most breathtakingly beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her
hair was the color of silken flame, the long locks catching the sun's
dying rays and making the ends look as if they were on fire. Her
eyes, a deep-set emerald color, glinted darkly with desire, diminished
only by the seductive, slightly cocky smile on her lips. His first
thought would have been, should have been, "who the hell is this woman
and how did she get into my apartment??". But in his current mindset,
all he could do was stare.
His gaze lingered on her face for a few moments, and then slid down
to her body. She was wearing a short red dress, the lacey hem barely
reaching her tan, well defined thighs. It wasn't a tight dress, but
the flimsy material seemed to cling to her supple breasts, barely
restraining them. He noticed her nipples were hard, easily jutting
through the fabric of her dress. The low-cut front allowed him a view
of deep cleavage that made him want to get a closer look. He felt his
cock rise in his pants, and a familiar dull ache begin in his balls.
The woman smiled, seeing the look of desire creep into his eyes.
"In case you're wondering, I was sent here." Her voice was deep and
richly feminine, with a husky, airy quality to it. It seemed to jar
him out of his trance. He met her amused eyes with an inquiring one
in his own.
"Sent here? By who?"
Instead of answering, she leaned forward and layed a finger against
his lips, instantly hushing him. He saw that her nails her long and
painted a dark crimson. Just the thought of what those nails could do
sent shivers up his spine. She slipped into his lap, one long leg on
either side of his hips. Her dress slid up her thighs, and he could
smell her musky scent between her legs. He glanced down in time to
see a dark patch of curly pubic hair before she leaned close and
pressed her lips to his. God, those lips! They were moist and soft,
and supple enough to part easily when he pressed his tongue to them.
He closed his eyes, groaning softly as her tongue swirled wetly around
his and then went on to explore every inch of his mouth.
His hands went to her slender waist, holding her body to his. He
could feel her warm breasts pressing against his chest. He pulled her
even close, loving the feel of them mashed against him, her hard
nipples burrowing into his flesh. Her hands came up, one on each of
his cheeks. Her nails softly, teasingly, grazed down his skin,
drawing thin welts as her kisses became more insistent. Her eyelashes
brushed against his cheek, fluttering softly as she moaned. Her heart
began to pound in her chest, matching the rhythm of his own.
He slid his hands around to her ass, his fingers massaging her
through the satin dress. She began to rock her hips against his, her
bare slit rubbing against his cock through his pants, getting her
juices all over them. His hands searched for the hem of her dress,
and slipped it up her ass. He immediately dropped one hand between
her legs, cupping her soft wet pussy. She trembled against him,
sliding down instinctively towards his hand. Two of his fingers
caressed her slit, and then slowly dipped inside her. She was warm,
and hot, and surprisingly tight. Her thigh muscles flexed, her pelvic
muscles contracting around his fingers. He began to finger her cunt
faster, her arousal running down his hand, making his fingers slippery
and easier to manipulate her.
His other hand came up and pulled the straps of her dress off her
shoulders. She shrugged out of it, her heavy breasts bouncing free.
Her nipples were dark and firm, and his hand immediately went to them,
pinching each one gently. He cupped one round breast in his hand and
brought it up to his lips, his lips eagerly closing around one nipple
as he began to nurse.
Her fingers deftly undid his pants, pulling his zipper down
slowly. One hand slipped into his boxers and curled around his hard
shaft, stroking it slowly, while the other cupped his warm balls and
began to caress them. Her smooth fingertips ran over his veins,
feeling him throb. Her thumb rubbed over the head of his cock and
began to rub his pre cum into his skin. He moaned, his teeth biting
down on her nipple.
His mysterious lover laughed and pulled back, rising in a smooth
motion to her feet. He gazed up at her, wondering if she was just
going to tease him and then leave. With a wink she pulled her dress
up, revealing a perfectly trimmed patch of dark red pubic hair, curled
wetly around her slit. She continued to pull her dress off, revealing
a flat, muscular stomach. She pulled the dress up over her head and
tossed the flimsy garment to the side, her breasts bouncing free.
She knelt in front of him, positioning herself between his legs,
and gently tugged his pants down his hips. His cock stood straight
up, hard and pulsing. She leaned forward and pressed her open lips to
the head, her tongue softly flicking out. His hips arched, aching for
her to take him into her mouth. She closed her eyes, languidly
bathing his head and shaft with her wet, warm tongue. Her nails ran
down his thighs, causing him to pump against her lips. Her tongue
fluttered softly around the base and then swirled up his erect cock,
the tip running over the ridge.
"Suck me," he whispered, his hands running through her long red
hair, holding her mouth between his legs.
Slowly, obediently, she took him into her mouth, lowering her
mouth onto his entire cock, inch by inch. He gasped, having forgotten
what it was like to have a woman touch him in such an intimate way.
She started to suck on his length, nursing him, coaxing his warm cum
from his balls. His hands reached down, his fingers rubbing back and
forth across her nipples, massaging them. He cupped each one in a
hand and brought them together, squeezing them.
When she ran her teeth lightly up his cock he thought he was
going to cum, but she pulled back before he could. She looked up at
him and winked, and then slid up his body, letting his penis run down
her lips, her chin, down her neck, leaving a wet trail down between
her soft tits, and down her stomach. She climbed back into his lap,
wrapping her long legs around his waist, and positioned her pussy
against the head of his cock. She grinded her hips against his, her
slit rubbing teasingly against him.
She began to nuzzle her hips against his neck, her cunt sliding
down onto his cock until just the head was inside her. His head fell
back, letting her tongue explore his warm pulse. After a minute, she
lowered herself more onto him, his shaft sliding another inch deeper,
ever so slowly. Her wetness ran down his cock, making it glisten.
With a soft cry, she slid down completely onto him, taking all six
inches into her hot snatch. Her tongue began to run up his neck to
his earlobe, her breath warm and damp.
He started to pump into her, his hands grasping her hips, guiding
her. With each thrust he drove himself deeper. Her head came up, her
tongue running over her lips. He contented himself by watching her
heavy breasts bounce for a while, her nipples occasionally brushing
against him. After a while he looked up at her. Her eyes were
closed, her exquisite lips parted in a silent moan.
He continued to labor against her, filling her, letting her warm
inner walls caress his cock from every angle. Sweat began to form on
their bodies, making them more slippery as they fucked. A tiny
trickle of sweat ran down between her breasts, and he leaned forward,
pressing his tongue between them to catch it. A sudden cry
pierced the air, and he felt her body shudder against him, her breasts
swaying wildly as she began to slam her hips against his, a warm wave
of her cum running down his shaft. He raked his nails across her ass,
pushing himself fully into her as his own orgasm began, his cock
shooting long streams of his seed into her. She smiled in pleasure,
her tongue running across her lips as her gaze met his. His cum and
hers ran down his cock and over his balls, smearing against their
thighs.
He closed his eyes, panting, as he reveled in their lovemaking.
Her soft lips brushed his ear. "I'll be back," came the breathless
whisper. When he opened his eyes again, she was gone
