Friday, May 2, 2014

Work In Progress for the Weekend

A while ago I started writing a post based on an encounter I had earlier this year. As I was writing I had the idea to write a series of posts based on the same character. The story had other ideas and at the moment I have the inklings of either a book or a very long story. Either way I thought I would share some of the story with you today. 


A wrinkle formed in the middle of Zoe's forehead as she noticed the way the dishes in the sink were completely wrecking the perfect neatness of her house. She stepped across the room towards the kitchen pausing beside the breakfast bar to remove her blouse and skirt and fold them neatly over the chair. It really was too hot for clothes. Wearing only a matching g-string and bra she turned on the tap and began rinsing the dishes before stacking them neatly in the dishwasher. She became so absorbed in her task that she did not notice the sound of footsteps on the path outside her doorway. As she bent down to stack the last of the dishes into the dishwasher she felt a pair of hands cupping her bare butt cheeks. For a split second she froze with her heart in her mouth before a familiar voice reassured her,

"Your butt looks so hot in a thong," a thrill went through her as she recognised the voice. 

For a moment she held her position bent down with her butt in the air before her visitor stepped forward and pressed his groin against her. Without saying a word she turned and sank down onto her knees in front of her visitor, she turned her face upwards to look at him like a child waiting for a treat.

"Your lips also look hot wrapped around my cock," he continued as he unzipped his jeans. 

Obediently she opened her lips as he pulled his cock from his jeans and stroked it over her bottom lip. When he rested his semi-hard cock against her lips she opened her mouth wider to allow her lips to slide along his semi hard cock. When her lips reached the base she held still looking up at him with the same wide eyes as she stroked his cock with her tongue encouraging him to grow harder inside her mouth. He put his hands on the back of her head holding her mouth against his belly. The kitchen was silent except for the sounds of his heavy breathing. The fingers at the back of her head twisted into her hair pulling ever so slightly on her scalp. She felt the cock sliding out of her mouth as he held her head stationary. 

He started fucking her face as knelt on the hard tiles of her kitchen beside her neatly stacked dishwasher. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle, easing his hard cock in and out of her mouth just touching the back of her mouth and sliding into the opening of her throat. Between her legs Zoe felt the wetness building, saturating the strip of fabric between her legs. His hand gripped tighter pulling her hair just to the point of pain, his thrusts grew harder and the sound of his grunts of pleasure filled the kitchen. Hot desire flooded through Zoe. She wanted his cock ramming into her cunt, she wanted his hot cum shooting against the back of her throat, she wanted to feel his strong hands on her soft butt cheeks and on her breasts as he fucked the life out of her. She wanted it all.

Suddenly the thrusts stopped. A pang went through her as he withdrew his cock and leaned against the bench panting heavily. 

"Your mouth is so good I almost filled it with cum," he said softly. He stroked the side of her face tenderly. "But I don't want to see my cum on your pretty little face today," He reached out and helped her to stand. Silently she obeyed him and bent her over the bench. The stone was cold against her belly and breasts. Her cunt quivered as he spread her legs and moved the fabric of her thong aside to expose her hungry wetness. 

"Someone is a little horny," he murmured as he explored her wetness with his fingers. Zoe groaned and bucked her hips against his hand.

"Patience little one," he soothed as he entered her with his fingers, making wet noises as he fucked her with his hand. Zoe groaned and shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her. A stream of wetness covered his hand and her thighs. 

"Good girl," he encouraged her as he moved behind her hips pressing his cock against her hungry wet opening. She groaned as he entered her, pushing her opening apart slowly. His fingers pressed into her flesh as he withdrew before slowly entering her again. Zoe stretched her arms out over the bench her fingers seeking something to grip as he tantalised her with his long slow thrusts. She gasped and moaned as he slowly increased his rhythm, building up to the hard slamming fucking that she had been craving as she sucked his cock. 

Her cries of pleasure filled the kitchen bouncing around the tiled room with the sound of his belly slapping against her ass.

"You like getting fucked hard like that," he gasped between thrusts.

"Yes," she whimpered against the hard stone of the bench.

"Tell me how much you like my cock," he commanded

"Oh Fuck me hard!" Zoe moaned as the muscles of her pussy clenched around his cock.

"You want to feel my cum?" he asked his fingers gripping her hips almost painfully. 

Zoe tensed, with a pang she remembered how he had pulled his cock out of her mouth just before he came earlier but the thought of his cum in her gave her just as much of a thrill. 

"Yes, yes," she moaned against the bench. 

"Get ready," she could hear the urgency in his voice. There would be no holding back this time. 

Her visitor let out a long low groan as Zoe felt a warm splash on her butt. A second splash followed seconds later before he rested against the bench beside her panting and smiling at her. 

"Fuck I love fucking you," he stroked her face. "Your pussy is so sweet I wish I could keep my cock buried in it all day," 

Zoe stirred against the kitchen bench, not quite ready to move or disturb the delicious warmth that was starting to slide down over her butt cheeks. Her pussy quivered in pleasure. It was a nice starter but the fucking she had just received barely touched the sides. She was just getting warmed up. 

As if he read her thoughts, her visitor smiled at her, "Don't worry," he grinned at her. "I am not finished with you yet." He reached down and stroked her pussy, slipping his fingers into her and teasing the sensitive spot he knew so well. She stirred against the bench, standing up to face him. He took her hand and lead her towards the bedroom. "Let's find somewhere comfortable for you to lie," he murmured. "I need to feel you squirting on my face." 





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