So, occasionally, I get silly and write some random little smutty story. I'm not particularly a genius, but I'm not terrible, I think. I mean, I get myself hot off my stories, so they can't be that bad, right? Anyway, here's my newest venture.
Just Another Notch
We watch each other from across the bar. He smiles, I nod. The game is on. I watch him over the rim of my glass as he walks over. So cocky. So Sure of himself. 'This is going to be good' I think to myself. There's no subtlety to this one. He walks over and immediately places his hand on my thigh. His breath is warm in my ear and I have to catch myself from shivering. "Eyes like yours should only be on one person," he says. I can't help but smirk as I meet his gaze. I've gotta admit. I like that cockiness. He'll do.
I don't bother answering verbally. I can tell I've surprised him as I raise my hand to slowly trace across the front of his pants. I hear his breath hiss in my ear and I reach to gently nip at his. Better make sure he's the right type. Just as I thought: his grip on my thigh tightens and I hear him moan.
Thirty minutes later, we're back at his place. HIs hands are all over my body. Scratching, groping, holding me tighter to him every time I even try to pull away. He's doing well, this one. He doesn't ask questions. Just takes charge. 'Good boy'.
I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back away from my chest. I'm not gentle. He just growls and squeezes my ass even harder where he's got me pinned against the wall. As punishment, he bites the top of my breast. My breath escapes in one long hiss and I throw my head back. 'Oh yes. You'll do nicely'.
Buttons pop as I tear the shirt from his chest. He lets me down just long enough to yank my dress over my head. Surprisingly, he pauses to take time to look at me in my thigh-highs, garter belt, and pumps. He looks like a kid at Christmas when he sees the distinct lack of either a bra or panties. 'ho ho ho'. He wastes no time, just gets on his knees and crawls over to me. I must admit, I'm a little taken back by the submissiveness, but it's only an act. As soon as he reaches me, he grabs my ass in both hands and dives right in. I have to catch myself on the wall. He's even better than I thought. I may have to reconsider this one.
I can't hold back the moan as he slides first two then three fingers inside me. His devouring me like I'm his last meal and every time I start to move, he slaps my ass with his free hand - hard. I love it. Then, as if he knows I'm about to cum, he releases me so quickly I fall back against the wall. His pants are already down by the time I realize what he's doing, and even faster than that, he has me on my knees, one hand at the back of my head, the other guiding his very impressive cock into my mouth. I almost don't think I can take this one, but I still manage to. Thankfully.
God, he tastes so good. I start thinking I may be the lucky one as he forces me onto him faster and faster, his breath coming out in soft grunts. Normally, I'd have taken over by this point, but I don't even mind it with him. I try to reach my hand up, but every time, he slaps them back down. I know he's getting close, though, and sure enough, he pulls out of my mouth and I can't believe myself when I let out a little whimper. "Oh, don't you worry. You'll get it back. Now turn around and bend the fuck over." I shiver and feel myself get even wetter at those words. Naturally, I comply.
I feel his hand on my lower back and I watch his face as he guides his cock just to the edge of my pussy, but rather than driving it home like I want him to, he slides the head between my lips and slowly starts rubbing my clit with it. Then he moves it even faster, and I'm writhing in pleasure as he starts slapping my clit. I'm so close, I let out a small mew, and I hear him laugh as he pulls back. Only then do I notice the mirror on the wall in front of me. Our eyes meet, and I don't even bother hiding my hunger from him. He leans over my back, his cock rubbing against my clit again, and whispers in my ear, "Say it." I can't even argue at this point. "Fuck me," I beg, "Please, just fuck me." He grins and I let out a soft scream as he shoves his entire length into me in one hard thrust.
There's no teasing or playing now. He's driving it home as hard as he can. It almost hurts, but his fingers rubbing over my clit are bringing all the pleasure right back. He leans back for a second, slows his thrusts down. Inch by inch, he pulls out. His nails are digging into my ass, and I can feel how hard he's trying to hold himself back in the shaking of his knees. He surprises me by slapping my ass and grabbing a hold of it just before he plows into my pussy again.
I can feel my own orgasm building as he pushes harder. My breath is coming out in sharp gasps now, and I glance at his face. He's close too. I reach down to rub myself and he catches my hand to pull it behind my back. "That's my privilege" he growls; and, mercifully, he reaches down to stroke me some more. I can't even hold back the scream as I cum. My knees almost buckle, but he's holding me up by my hips and it doesn't take him long to finish either.
I smile as he slowly lowers us to the bed we never managed to reach. Now the tenderness comes out as he kisses along my back. I roll over to face him and lay there as he slowly falls asleep, a small smile on his face. I almost feel bad as I carefully edge my way off the bed and across the room to retrieve my dress. 'He'd be worth keeping,' I tell myself as I pause to look at him from the doorway.
Ultimately, though, I know. He's just another notch in the belt. So I leave.
Just Another Notch
We watch each other from across the bar. He smiles, I nod. The game is on. I watch him over the rim of my glass as he walks over. So cocky. So Sure of himself. 'This is going to be good' I think to myself. There's no subtlety to this one. He walks over and immediately places his hand on my thigh. His breath is warm in my ear and I have to catch myself from shivering. "Eyes like yours should only be on one person," he says. I can't help but smirk as I meet his gaze. I've gotta admit. I like that cockiness. He'll do.
I don't bother answering verbally. I can tell I've surprised him as I raise my hand to slowly trace across the front of his pants. I hear his breath hiss in my ear and I reach to gently nip at his. Better make sure he's the right type. Just as I thought: his grip on my thigh tightens and I hear him moan.
Thirty minutes later, we're back at his place. HIs hands are all over my body. Scratching, groping, holding me tighter to him every time I even try to pull away. He's doing well, this one. He doesn't ask questions. Just takes charge. 'Good boy'.
I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back away from my chest. I'm not gentle. He just growls and squeezes my ass even harder where he's got me pinned against the wall. As punishment, he bites the top of my breast. My breath escapes in one long hiss and I throw my head back. 'Oh yes. You'll do nicely'.
Buttons pop as I tear the shirt from his chest. He lets me down just long enough to yank my dress over my head. Surprisingly, he pauses to take time to look at me in my thigh-highs, garter belt, and pumps. He looks like a kid at Christmas when he sees the distinct lack of either a bra or panties. 'ho ho ho'. He wastes no time, just gets on his knees and crawls over to me. I must admit, I'm a little taken back by the submissiveness, but it's only an act. As soon as he reaches me, he grabs my ass in both hands and dives right in. I have to catch myself on the wall. He's even better than I thought. I may have to reconsider this one.
I can't hold back the moan as he slides first two then three fingers inside me. His devouring me like I'm his last meal and every time I start to move, he slaps my ass with his free hand - hard. I love it. Then, as if he knows I'm about to cum, he releases me so quickly I fall back against the wall. His pants are already down by the time I realize what he's doing, and even faster than that, he has me on my knees, one hand at the back of my head, the other guiding his very impressive cock into my mouth. I almost don't think I can take this one, but I still manage to. Thankfully.
God, he tastes so good. I start thinking I may be the lucky one as he forces me onto him faster and faster, his breath coming out in soft grunts. Normally, I'd have taken over by this point, but I don't even mind it with him. I try to reach my hand up, but every time, he slaps them back down. I know he's getting close, though, and sure enough, he pulls out of my mouth and I can't believe myself when I let out a little whimper. "Oh, don't you worry. You'll get it back. Now turn around and bend the fuck over." I shiver and feel myself get even wetter at those words. Naturally, I comply.
I feel his hand on my lower back and I watch his face as he guides his cock just to the edge of my pussy, but rather than driving it home like I want him to, he slides the head between my lips and slowly starts rubbing my clit with it. Then he moves it even faster, and I'm writhing in pleasure as he starts slapping my clit. I'm so close, I let out a small mew, and I hear him laugh as he pulls back. Only then do I notice the mirror on the wall in front of me. Our eyes meet, and I don't even bother hiding my hunger from him. He leans over my back, his cock rubbing against my clit again, and whispers in my ear, "Say it." I can't even argue at this point. "Fuck me," I beg, "Please, just fuck me." He grins and I let out a soft scream as he shoves his entire length into me in one hard thrust.
There's no teasing or playing now. He's driving it home as hard as he can. It almost hurts, but his fingers rubbing over my clit are bringing all the pleasure right back. He leans back for a second, slows his thrusts down. Inch by inch, he pulls out. His nails are digging into my ass, and I can feel how hard he's trying to hold himself back in the shaking of his knees. He surprises me by slapping my ass and grabbing a hold of it just before he plows into my pussy again.
I can feel my own orgasm building as he pushes harder. My breath is coming out in sharp gasps now, and I glance at his face. He's close too. I reach down to rub myself and he catches my hand to pull it behind my back. "That's my privilege" he growls; and, mercifully, he reaches down to stroke me some more. I can't even hold back the scream as I cum. My knees almost buckle, but he's holding me up by my hips and it doesn't take him long to finish either.
I smile as he slowly lowers us to the bed we never managed to reach. Now the tenderness comes out as he kisses along my back. I roll over to face him and lay there as he slowly falls asleep, a small smile on his face. I almost feel bad as I carefully edge my way off the bed and across the room to retrieve my dress. 'He'd be worth keeping,' I tell myself as I pause to look at him from the doorway.
Ultimately, though, I know. He's just another notch in the belt. So I leave.
smutastic
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