She Looked So Smug When She Finally Got My Cock In Her Greedy Mouth.

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Obey

He was the first person I saw when I walked into the party. It had been over five years since I’d seen him last, but when he touched my hand one word ran through my head: obey.

I instinctively thrust my left hand behind my back as I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. We talked for almost an hour and I almost didn’t notice the first time he commanded me.  It was mundane and simple, but when he told me to show him my bracelet I didn’t hesitate.  Ten minutes later he leaned in and whispered to me.

“Make me another drink.”

His words ran straight from my ears to my clit and I got up immediately.  I was completely focused as I walked to the kitchen and for four minutes nothing seemed more important than making the perfect gin and tonic.

There were a few other simple commands until he knew I was not only willing, but unable to say no.  When he told me to walk to the back bedroom and kneel by the bed I simply nodded and did as I was told.

It seemed like hours until I heard the door close and lock behind me.  He circled me twice and I was terrified that he wouldn’t like the look of me.  Had I gotten too old?  Were my clothes unappealing?  When he finally stood in front of me it took a force of will to not reach up and open his jeans before he asked.  When he finally gave the command my fingers were shaking.

I placed my hands back in my lap (like a good girl, I thought) and looked up into his eyes.  I opened my mouth and leaned in, taking him slowly between my lips and running my tongue over his perfect cock.  My wedding ring felt heavy on my finger and as I took him deep into my mouth and throat I gently pulled off the ring and slid it into my pocket.

For two minutes I didn’t think he’d noticed.  After twenty minutes of using my mouth I was positive he had.  The command came quickly and without warning.

“Stand, turn, and put your hands on the frame of the bed.”

I did as I was told and moments later felt the cool air of the room against my bare skin as he slid my clothes down to the floor.  I could feel his cock pressed against me and I closed my eyes as I waited for him.

“How long have you been married?”

I clenched my teeth and my eyes as I let out a whimper.  He was pressing into me, first with his fingers, and then the head of his cock and I tried to speak.

“Three years,” I finally said.

It felt like an eternity waiting for him, but when he finally slid inside me I came.  Just like that.  I screamed and moaned and thrust my hips back against him and he fucked me harder than I thought possible.   When he was ready to cum he had me turn and kneel in front of him.  He pulled my shirt down and had me beg for him.  I looked ridiculous kneeling there on the floor, and I begged and begged until he covered my breasts and chin.

I stayed there on the floor as he buttoned his pants and washed his face in the bathroom.  I didn’t move a muscle as he sat on the bed and tied his shoes and I simply closed my eyes when he leaned over and kissed me long and hard.  He dressed me himself, taking care with everything.  He was tender and gentle and I was pained and releived that it was all over.

As we walked back to the party he took me by the hand and kissed it gently. Just before we got swallowed by the crowd he whispered to me again.

“In exactly one hour, I expect you to be back in the bedroom wearing nothing but your heels.  Leave the door unlocked.”

–Guy New York

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The Apartment

We called it “The Apartment”.  It was somewhere near St. Marks and Avenue A back when the East Village was just rubbing against B and scared shitless to go anywhere near Avenue C.  There were two girls and a somewhat straight couple living there but on a good weekend all those were subject to change. It was a Friday night and a bunch of us were drinking in the living room and trying to figure out what to do for the night.  The girls were itching to get laid and since they weren’t in the mood for any of us that night they decided to skip on down to Niagra to see if there was any free cock around. In less than thirty minutes they can back with boys in tow and disappeared into their respective bedrooms.  The couple’s bedroom shared a door with the blonde so we crowded into their room and listened to the nervous laughter turn into audible groans. I don’t know how long it was before one of us noticed that you could actually see through the keyhole, but I know I was third in line.  My first view was of her sucking his cock as she knelt in front of the bed.  She was fully clothed—although rumpled—and he was naked and sprawled out like a drunken gorilla.  She was doing a good job of taking him all the way down her throat and from his grunts he wasn’t complaining.  I didn’t get to watch long before I was moved out of the way, but on my next round I saw her from behind as she road his cock on the bed.  He was screaming and she was faking it, and I was getting hard. They hogged the keyhole for what seemed like the next 10 minutes and I told them they were total pervs for watching their own roommate fuck and if they had any class they’d let me back at it.  When I finally got my chance it was like a wet dream come true.  She was on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed and he was thrusting between her open thighs.  Her tits were flirting deliciously with gravity and her hair was combing the hard wood floor.  Her moans seemed sincere this time and it was only seconds after I lost my place that we heard him scream out he was coming.  His voice cracked in the middle and we tumbled back into the living room in fits of laughter praying they hadn’t heard us. Five minutes later both girls came out of their room—boys in tow—and sent them out the front door and into the hall.  “Say goodnight boys,” they called as they waved them away before closing the door behind them.  They stumbled over to the couch and crashed down next to us.  “So, what else are we doing tonight?” the brunette asked.

–Guy New York

Giving In

Warm curves under a fuzzy sweater, socks up to her thighs with a little roll where they cut into her. Chubby cheeks and wide eyes.

As we kiss on the couch her skirt rides up. At some point she stopped tugging it back down. We are becoming a hot wrinkled mess. My cock is so hard it aches under my too tight jeans.

The movie and our promises forgotten.

It’s okay if it’s just kissing. It’s okay if I just feel her up a little. Each little hurdle is rationalized as it is passed. Over her shirt. Under her shirt. Just touching her thigh. Just a little. Just for a second.

If we don’t take off her panties it doesn’t count. We can just pull them to the side for a second.

She closes her legs around my hand but doesn’t let me pull it away. We are both begging. Little whimpers and needy whines.

When I kiss her neck, just under her ear, her legs open, as if I slipped a key into a lock.

When I finally feel how wet she is, she buries her face into my chest. Her hands go to my belt. Everything spins and turns as we finally give in.

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