Misterswizz - Mr. Swizz Escapades

In The Morning

I woke up to a delightful view. She was standing on the balcony in one of my tee shirts looking 26 floors down onto traffic. Her plum-shaped ass peaked out beneath the shirt and her long blond hair spilled over her back like sunlight.

I grabbed the last condom off the bedside table, slipped it into the pocket of my cotton Japanese robe, and walked up behind her. I put my hands on her hips and kissed the top of her head.

“Good morning, you beautiful girl.”

“Good morning, sexy man,” she said as she leaned back and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around her and we looked down onto the quiet morning street below us. 6th Avenue never looked so peaceful as she started to slowly move back and forth against me, teasing my already hard cock as I kissed the back of her neck.

I traced a line down her back with my nails. Her skin was cool to the touch and my hand ran down the length of her thigh and then up again. I slid three fingers between her legs and felt the warmth of her body as I pressed against her smooth soft skin. She moaned slightly, asked me to fuck her, and put both hands on the rail. I had the condom out and on me in seconds, and I held my breath as I began to slide into her. She was ready for me, and I found myself deep inside her as I wrapped my arms around her body.

She turned her head back, kissed me softly and whispered.

“I don’t remember your name,” she said in a soft sweet moan. “Do you remember mine?”

“Yes, Sarah,” I said as I pushed into her as deeply as I could. She moaned again into my mouth. “Would you like me to tell you,” I asked?

“I don’t know.”

“Will you come harder if I don’t tell you?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she turned away from me.

She pushed back onto me and with my hands on her hips, I began to fuck her faster and harder. Her arms were almost straight now as she bent over the railing and my fingers were digging into her skin. She leaned in on her left elbow as she reached between her legs with her right hand, and I could feel her fingers against her clit as I fucked her.

She was moaning loudly into the morning air and I was slamming into her as hard as I could. I told her to come for me. I told her to come around my hard cock, and I whispered her name over and over again.

She begged for me to keep fucking her, whispering everything but what she didn’t know. “Please keep fucking me? Please? I love how you feel inside of me.”

I was calling Sarah over and over again and she was almost crying as she struggled with what to do. I could her feel her pushing harder against me, her body trembling and her legs unsteady beneath her.

“Oh, please let me come. Please, Sir. Please fuck me.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, as soon as she admitted that she didn’t know who I was, she started to come. I was holding her more than she was holding herself and her body was shaking and her cunt was clenching around me, and I was exploding inside her. I kissed the back of her neck over and over again, and as we stumbled back to the bed we heard the cabs begin to honk again on the street far below.

-gny

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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

I couldn’t grab it without your help.. much better when you grab me.. 🖤

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A Blind Test

“If I was blindfolded, do you think I could tell you apart?” “Tell us apart how?” he asked as we leaned in closer. She blushed a bit and mumbled something.  She took a drink and looked back and forth as if we should know what it was she meant to say. We asked her again, and she closed her eyes as each of us put a hand on her knee. The harder we tried to make her answer the more flustered she got until finally she just blurted it out a bit too loudly. “Fucking!  If you took turns fucking me, I wonder if I could tell you apart.” The dirty looks from the other customers ushered us happily out the door, down three blocks, around a corner, up the stairs, and into my apartment and bedroom.  At first she closed her eyes as we kissed her and she whispered our names quietly.  One of us tied the scarf without her guessing, and by the time fingers were undoing buttons she was nearly lost. As clothes fell to the ground and she lay back on the bed, she began to ask us to take turns.  One set of lips on her breast was followed by a guess.  One hand parting her thighs and stroking the soft flesh between them was followed by another, and before we knew it, each of us had a hand wrapped around us, and a name assigned.  She studied us each in the darkness until finally she sat up on the bed and put her hands to her sides. “Let me guess with just my mouth.“  We circled the bed and kept silent.  We touched her hair gently and kept moving until honestly even I wasn’t sure who was who.  One of us stepped towards her and her lips opened before he was even close.  She moved her head slowly hoping to find what she wanted and when she finally did she swallowed it all.  Her hands were still at her sides and she took him all the way into her mouth and then sucked, kissed, and licked until she thought she knew.  When she lay back on the bed and opened her legs she had correctly guessed us both.  By the time I pushed inside her she was calling out my name without doubt and pleading for more without reserve.  The first three times we switched she guessed correctly.  By the fourth time she wasn’t so sure and by the tenth she didn’t care. She finally stopped guessing altogether and her pleading change from the specific to the urgent. "Just fuck me,” she moaned to no one, and the more she asked the closer we got.  One of us came first, and she swore she could feel him pulsing through the thin latex.  She came with the second and refused to kiss him for fear of discovering whom it was.  “I thought you wanted to know,” we said, as the three of us lay entangled on the bed. “I did,” she whispered.  “At first I really did, but by the end it didn’t matter.  You were both here, and hard, and inside me, and the only important thing was that you didn’t stop.” “Should we take the blindfold off?” I asked. “Leave it on,” she answered.  “And let’s try again in the morning.”

–Guy New York

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