Misterswizz - Mr. Swizz Escapades

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Here is the story I read at Impact last night. @msdarker read from Laura Antoniou’s The Reunion, which is the fifth in The Marketplace Series.

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“Promise?” she whispered.

Her pink t-shirt was pulled up, as was her bra. Her thick black rimmed glasses were almost falling off and her bangs were in her eyes. Her breasts were big, pert, the imprint of the lace of her bra left pink and red patterns on the soft skin. Their eyes locked and she squeezed one breasts hard as her hips swayed. Her eyes were thickly rimmed around with black makeup and the corner of one eye was smeared.

She was straddling his legs as he laid back on the couch. She moved one hand down and grasped his cock again, biting her lip as she played with it. “I promise, but you’re the one on top,” he said quietly, aware of roommates who might or might not be asleep in nearby bedroom.

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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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