Dirty Erotic Oneshots - Mistress_ Red (books to read now txt) 📗
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"Yeah," I breathed, my strokes going a little faster now as she started playing with her clit.
"Do you like my pussy?" she asked. "I just shaved it this morning."
"Yes," I said. "It's beautiful."
"Mmmm," she moaned, flicking at her clit a little more. "Ohhhh, oh, Steve. Your cock is so nice. So big and hard. Will you put it in me?"
I swallowed nervously. Hadn't I known she would ask that at some point? I tried to maintain my willpower. "I can't, Courtney. Let's just keep doing what we're doing, okay?"
"Oh please, Steve," she moaned. "Just for a second? I've never had one inside me without a rubber on it. I just want to know how it feels to go bareback."
"Courtney..."
"Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?" She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"
I found myself standing up. My pants and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the bareback sensation. You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?
"Just once," I told her. "Just once."
"Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."
Her legs opened wider as I stepped forward. I put my knees on the couch between them and leaned forward. Her left hand stayed in her crotch, continuing to hold her shorts and panties to the side. Her right hand came up to my face and stroked it. I leaned forward, supporting myself with my right arm by putting it behind her head. With my left, I took my cock in hand and aimed it between her wet, slippery lips. The head made contact and I slid it up and down a few times, prepping it for its one (and only one) trip into Courtney's body.
"Do it," Courtney panted, her hand sliding down onto my neck. "Put it in. Let me feel it."
I pushed forward with my hips. My cock met a little bit of friction for the barest of seconds and then slid slowly and smoothly inside of her. She was hot and wet and tight. We both moaned as I bottomed out, as my balls came to rest against her ass.
"That feels soooo good," Courtney said in my ear.
"Yesss," I whispered, just sitting there, unwilling to pull it out just yet.
"Just a couple of strokes in me?" she asked. "Just for a few seconds?"
I didn't even bother trying to rationalize this one. I just nodded and allowed my hips to start moving. I gave her a grind and then pulled back until my cock was just about free of her. I slid back in, bottoming out once more and giving another, longer grind. Courtney moaned loudly in obvious approval so I did it again. And then again. And then I did it even more, starting to move a little faster within her, to push a little harder against her.
"Lay on top of me, Steve," she said. "Lay on me while you fuck me."
I leaned forward, allowing my chest to press against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I kissed her back enthusiastically, swirling my tongue with hers, sucking on it. She tasted strongly of apples.
We kissed and rutted against each other. I could feel her juices wetting my balls now, could smell the sexy aroma of her musk permeating the air around us. Her free hand slid down to my ass and began to stroke it, to squeeze it. My free hand slid under her shirt, worming its way upward, probing beneath her bra, until I was cupping her bare tit.
Courtney broke the kiss. She was panting like a dog, sweat breaking out on her flushed face. "You're gonna make me... make me... I'm gonna come, Steve! Don't stop. Don't stop!"
I didn't stop. In fact, I began to fuck her harder, almost slamming her with each stroke, angling my hips upward in order to stimulate her clitoral nerves. Her hips began to rise and fall against me in response. Our mouths came back together and we kissed hotly, wetly, obscenely as her orgasm overtook her, as her body shook and shuddered against mine.
It took her almost a minute to work her way through the spasms. As it faded she broke the kiss and locked eyes with me. "Come in me," she whispered. "Come in my pussy, Steve. No one has ever been able to do that before. I want to feel it. I want to know what its like."
"Yes," I said. "Oh yes."
"Ohhh, do it," she moaned. "Give it to me!"
I gave it to her. It was a simple matter of moving my thrusts into overdrive, of squeezing her tit a little harder, of kissing her sweet mouth and sucking her tongue. The pressure built upward and the waves of pleasure began to spread. She felt the tightness of my body and began to moan against me, saying, "Do it, do it, do it" between kisses.
The peak built up rapidly but with a power I'd not felt in years. I began to shake and shudder. My breath tore in and out of my lungs. Courtney stuck her tongue as far down my throat as she could, her pelvis thrust back at me, matching my erratic strokes. And then the peak arrived and I exploded, blasting the inside of her body with solid jets of hot come.
"Yesssss!" Courtney screamed out, the sensation apparently sending her into another orgasm of her own. "Yes, yes, yessssssss!"
And finally, it was over. I collapsed atop her, my wilting cock still buried within her body. She removed her hand from between her legs so she could put both of them around my back and pull me tighter against her. We shared another long, luxuriant kiss, this one sexy and sweet instead of lustful.
When the kiss broke at last we looked at each other, both of us unsure what to say, what to do next.
"That was incredible," Courtney finally whispered. "I never knew it could be like that. So... so... hot and sexy."
"Yes," I said, feeling guilt and doubt wanting to work its way into my consciousness but keeping them barred for the moment. "That was extremely erotic, Courtney. You are very sexy."
She smiled, leaning up to give me an almost chaste kiss. "Thank you," she said.
We lay like that for quite some time, not talking, not thinking, just holding each other and sharing the occasional kiss. We knew that when we let each other go, the time for thinking would begin. And that would lead to the time for talking about what had just happened. I think both of us wanted to delay that moment as long as we could. Neither one of us were ready to wonder about what would happen tomorrow.
c o u p l i n g
When you live in a small complex of apartments like Cassy does, you know that the communal laundry room is awkward if you have to share.
The people of her building had a system which showed up one day, people talked and figured out their own day and time were they can be alone or have company with another person if the other person wanted it while taking care of their clothes.
This system has been thriving for years, ever since she lived there. Her day was Thursday, right after work at 5:30pm. She was a high school teacher so she always had to stay after school, and Thursday was the day that was usually light since she always made things due Thursday instead of Friday.
Wednesday would be when students came after school to cram or ask for help, then shed test them on Thursday, give them more time after school (which two or three did.) finish grading while they worked, and came home to finish the rest of the papers while laundry was going.
It was a simple solution for her, and she could give students back their test on Friday so they had the weekend to study for retakes after school Monday. It all worked out.
It was a Saturday, Cassy was tidying up randomly when she heard the bumps of someone moving into the empty apartment across the hall.
She groaned to herself, hating the thought of all the awkward pleasantries associated with new neighbors. She looked out the peephole in the door to see what they would look like, trying to decide now whether or not they would be any trouble later on by just a glance.
Though she is not the judging type, she mostly judged objects like tests, assignments, book titles, and the labels of closed boxes along with size of stereo speakers the man was pushing past the door frame on the other side of the wall.
He was a handsome guy from what she saw out of the curved glass. Based off of the standard door frame that they all shared, he was a good 511, maybe taller, short brown hair and a pierced ear. Fairly built with a cute and shapely butt that was hugged in well-fitting jeans, he would not be counted anything less than handsome.
Once he turned around she saw his boyish brown eyes and professional looking, wire framed glasses and knew he was out of her league.
She didnt think she was much, she didnt have to, for her profession. It wasnt like she dressed for the students in her classes to ogle at her.
A pair of jeans and a t-shirt were all she really needed or had in her closet, except for the one blue dress that she wore on interviews or weddings. Hell, she still had the same pair of grey and purple Vans from when she was in high school.
She is on the small side at 53, always known as the chubby girl in her class, with the large hips and bust and a small curve that was her waist, her stomach pudged out slightly then dipped down to large thighs that are still smaller than her hips, down to tiny feet.
Her arms were always chubby, that was what the women in her family were known for, that and large breasts. She assumed she wasnt so bad looking, probably even cute with her shoulder length, curly black hair, or her bluish/greenish eyes that popped under the black glasses she wore with the right amount of eyeliner and mascara, she didnt believe her pouty mouth didnt draw attention.
No matter how much she thought of herself, she was only pretty in her eyes. She watched him move the last of his stuff in, concluding that from what she saw that he would be a quiet neighbor, and they wouldnt have many issues, then concluded that she should stop watching him due to that being frowned upon
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