...little thing called lust...

2005-10-31T16:58:00.000-08:00

My hand sliding up and down the shaft of my cock. My hips rocking slowly - as if to slide my cock into you.

Massaging my balls. Probing my ass with my finger - the way you taught me.

Imagining that it's you, sliding your finger slowly in and out of me, pressing on that spot behind my balls. The one that makes my toes curl. The one that makes me grab you by the hair and pull your mouth down on it. Forcing it deeper.

Watch me enjoy myself - thinking of you and me. And Of you and her.

You watching her suck my cock. Watching me enjoy her, while I looked into your eyes.

They way you both sucked my cock, my balls. The way your hands roamed over my chest, pinching my nipples. They way she devoured my cock while I licked you. The way she slowly fucked me with her finger, just like you.

And watch me come as I remember the way you both came. Watch it spill out of the head of my cock, and run down the back of my hand. Watch it hit my chest, and run down again.

Watch Me... But, don't be afraid to help.

2005-10-23T06:27:00.000-07:00

I've come back. Not just to this place, but, to you...

She found this blog, and read the stories here. Not only the stories, but, of my lust for another woman. It worried her. Made her insecure. Made her wonder why I hadn't confessed this to her. Made her fear that she wasn't satisfying my needs.

She needed time. Not away, but, to understand. To be provided with an explanation.

We discussed, and negotiated. And ultimately, things were understood. She knows that I love her, cherish her, and need her. She knows that no other woman could give me what she does. The love, devotion, and desire that I have for her will never change.

We took an extended vacation. We travelled, we fucked, we loved, and we talked. Our vacation gave us time together that we had not been able to enjoy before. With work, and daily life, that time together was needed. And appreciated. It also gave us the opportunity to learn some new things about each other. New fantasies, new desires. New ways to explore and enjoy each other.

I've come back here to continue to share with you. If you're ready...

2005-09-13T18:49:00.000-07:00

While I have enjoyed the ride, I think it's time I pulled over. I have enjoyed posting the encounters here for her, and you, to read. But, I cannot devote as much time and energy as I would like.

Why be here typing about fucking her, when I could be actually doing it? Why be typing about how much I love her, when I could be whispering it in her ear again?

Why be here, when I can be there?

I'll be around.

Email Me.

double.o.blogs@gmail.com

2005-08-31T17:15:00.000-07:00

The first text message came at 2130...

"I can't wait for you to come home."

The second shortly after 2300, on my way home...

"I'm waiting to fuck you. Come home..."

I pressed the pedal a little harder as I flipped the phone closed. My hardon pressing against the fabric of my pants. I thought of where she might be waiting. The bedroom? Her legs spread slightly, her hands buried in her crotch? The shower? The hot water running off her body?

I pulled into the driveway - my seatbelt off and the door open even before the car had stopped.

My heart sank when I saw her in the kitchen. Getting a glass of water.

I rushed her anyway. There was no way she could send messages like those and just expect to escape the fucking that was coming her way. She turned at the last second - her eyes widening as I grabbed her and lifted her to the edge of the counter, nibbling at her neck.

I pulled her head back, and looked into her eyes while I untied her robe, freeing her tits. I buried my face in them, feeling their warmth on my cheeks. Biting at her nipples, sucking them. I reached down and slid my hand up her thigh, feeling her pussy.

She pushed me backwards, edging herself off the counter.

"The bedroom..." She panted, between kisses.
"No. Here. Now." I growled in her ear.

I spun her around, into the fridge. I raised her hands above her head, and held them with my hand. I licked and nibbled her ears while I undid my pants. The pre-cum had left a small damp spot on my boxers. My cock sprang free as my pants fell to the floor. I pressed hard up against her, spilling the cereal boxes from the top of the fridge onto the floor. SHe wrapped her leg around me, pulling my cock closer to her waiting pussy.

I lifted her slightly, and she wrapped her other leg around me, allowing my cock to slide deep into her. I thrusted deep and hard, the fridge rocking against the wall. I released her hands and lifted her quickly to the counter, sitting her on the edge. I could feel the muscles in her pussy greedily pulling at my cock. I started thrusting my cock into her, as she wrapped her hands around my neck, burying her face in the muscles of my shoulder. Biting to stifle her moans.

I grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back, forcing her to look into my eyes while I fucked her. She let go of me, and threw herself back, knocking a glass onto the floor as she felt for something to brace herself against. She was biting her lip. I held her hair.

I wanted her to see what she had done. How hot she had made me. I wanted her to look into my eyes. I wanted her to look at me while I fucked her.

She ground her hips against my cock in time with my thrusts. I watched her as I thumbed her clit. She tried once more to bury her face in my shoulder, but I pulled her head back. She was getting louder. I knew that she wanted to use my shoulder to stifle her scream as she came.

I wanted to hear it. I wanted to listen as I fucked her to climax. As my cock pleasured her.

I felt her legs begn to shake, and her hips began grinding faster.

The scream that escaped her as she came was incredible. Her arms buckled, and she fell slightly sideways, knocking two more glasses to the floor. Both smashing as they hit. Her turn sideways pulled her pussy tighter around my cock, and I felt myself getting close. I pulled her closer to me, thrusting deeper into her. Harder.

She pushed me way, and slipped off the counter. The cold air hit my cock as it pulled out of her.

She quickly knelt in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the head. Her hands pulling my ass, begging me to fuck her face. I held her head, and let my cock slide in and out of her mouth. It was getting hard to stand as the warmth of her mouth and tongue brought me closer to the edge.

Her hand on my balls pushed me closer. Each finger sliding over my smooth, shaved balls - the finger of her other hand rubbing my asshole. I came, flooding her mouth with come, trying desperately to remain standing. She kept sucking, swallowing every drop that my cock pumped into her mouth. Flicking her tongue around the head, and probing the slit with it, looking for more.

Collapsing to my knees on the floor, I kissed her. Exhausted. Panting.

We sat quietly for quite awhile, amidst the broken glass and spilled cereal. Recovering. I don't know how long we sat there in the blissful haze before cleaning up and going to bed, but when I went into the kitchen this morning, I could still smell the sex hanging in the air. The memory of last night became even more clear when I reached to the top of the fridge for the cereal, and noticed that the boxes were gone.

2005-08-23T18:48:00.000-07:00

[Read this first...]

I grabbed the small length of chain that ran between the two cuffs, and pulled your arms above your head. I let my pants and boxers fall to the floor, pulled by the weight of my belt. My cock sprang free, eager to be inside you.

I pulled your legs up, and without touching it, I let my cock head graze across the lips of pussy.

"Fuck Me..." You begged, as I inched my hips forward, pushing the head past the lips.

Deeper. I could feel your pussy squeezing tight on the shaft. Begging for it.

I plunged inward, feeling the warmth, the juice.

I looped the cuffs around the top of the bed post, then raised your legs over my shoulders.

Looking down at you, with your hands cuffed, your legs in the air, I thought I would come just then. But I began thrusting my cock into you. Feeling my balls bang against your ass, watching your tits dance as my cock slammed into you.

As I looked down at you, I kept remembering the way you looked on the bed moments ago, playing with your pussy. I fucked you harder, the slapping noises growing louder.

I could hear you moaning, watching me as I fucked you.

I wanted so badly to hear you come. I wanted to feel your pussy squeeze my cock. I wanted to watch your face. But, I couldn't...

I couldn't delay mine any longer. You had made me too hot. I'd lost the ability to think above the lust that was consuming me. I fucked you deeper and harder with every thrust. You could sense that I was close. You whispered something then. I almost didn't hear it.

I saw your lips as they formed the words.

"Come for me babe..." "Fuck me harder, and come for me..."

The sweat was dripping from my forehead. Running down my back.

I came. Hard. My cock spasming as it pumped your pussy full. My yells filled the room, and I continued thrusting until my knees were weak. I let your legs slide off my shoulders, and fell on top of you, burying my face in your breasts. Catching my breath.

Or trying...

I could have fallen asleep just then, exhausted, had you not been chained to the bed...

I thought I might uncuff you... But then, I caught my breath.

A second wind.

2005-08-17T20:42:00.000-07:00

After reading about a recent meeting between myself and dear O, I was surprised by her honesty. The raw emotion of her feelings that night. I had hidden mine. Thinking they had gone unnoticed. Yet now, I feel that it would be best to share with her, and you, the heat of that evening. Those hours that, now, feel like a single moment.

A Confession, if you will.

While travelling on a short bit of business, I had the opportunity to meet up with an alluring woman for some drinks. We had met before, but, she had known me only fully clothed. She knew all of me now. She had seen the video.

It was great to end the day in the pub, with a beautiful woman. The evening was warm. The atmosphere at our table warmer. Burning.

We talked. Moving closer to each other to be heard. Eventhough we had met and talked before, there was something different this time. Like a secret. She looked at me differently. She spoke differently. Her green eyes sparkled differently.

The more we talked, the more I found myself unable to take my eyes away from her. Watching her mouth and tongue as she spoke. The only thing separating the two of us was the table we sat on either side of. Her cleavage over the neckline of her shirt. I thought about those lips, and how they would feel. I could feel myself stiffening, and tried to hide it.

Her taste.

Her scent.

The more we spoke of lust, sex, and - showers, the harder it became to push those thoughts from my mind. Harder to sit so close without touching her. Pulling her close. Kissing her. Feeling her skin. Feeling her under me. Her nails on my back. Her breath in my ear.

The sounds of lust.

I think we both understood the danger of walking home. Of being alone together. I hailed a cab, and as we hugged goodbye, I thought of pulling her into the cab with me. I thought of going to her place. Or to my hotel, a short distance away.

Pulling her into the cab. Fingering her pussy. Nibbling her ear.

I leaned in close, wanting to whisper for her to come with me. To fuck. To have her pussy eaten.

But, my mind returned to an even more beautiful woman. A woman for whom my desire burns like fire.

Despite the beauty of O, and my lust for her that evening, my heart burned for someone else. My body ached for the touch of another. The one who would whisper "I love You", as we made love. The one who would fall asleep in my arms after.

A woman who completes me.

When I returned to my room that night, I called her - just to hear her voice. To hear how her day was. To hear how much she missed me.

To tell her I couldn't wait to come home to her. That I missed her.

That I loved her.

2005-08-12T21:54:00.000-07:00

The shock.

At what I saw.

And how naive I had been.

I came home early, without warning. Hoping to surprise you with some flowers that I had picked up. You had the house to yourself all day, and would until tomorrow afternoon.

We had made plans for that evening.

I quietly closed the door behind me. Slipped off my shoes. My vest.

As I crept upstairs, I unbuttoned my shirt.

I thought I'd find you napping. But what I saw when I reached the bedroom was more incredible. More hot.

I saw your bare feet, toes curled, legs spread slightly. I heard you breathing. I traced my way up your legs with my eyes, and saw your fingers buried deep in your crotch. Your hips moving slightly as you caressed your clit. Your eyes closed. Biting your lower lip.

Shock. Lust.

I had not known that you pleasured yourself alone. In fact, you had always denied it. I believed you. Being the prim and proper woman outside of the bedroom - I never imagined. I watched you when we were alone together. And enjoyed it.

But this...

I slowly unzipped my pants, and began stroking my throbbing cock while I watched you play with your pussy. I watched as your fingers slid slowly inside, and then back out. I saw the light glisten off your wet fingers. Your clit.

I watched as you squeezed your thighs together against your hands, grinding them against you. You hips moving slowly up and down. Side to side.

Your moans and breathing sent shivers down my back. I could feel myself getting close, and pre-come was oozing from the tip. I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to hear you bring yourself to climax. I wanted to watch you. Without knowing I was.

Playing with my cock while watching you from the hall, I could almost smell you from where I stood. I looked down at my cock, and watched my hand slide up and down the thick shaft. I imagined your lips wrapped around the end of it. I looked up to you, laying on the bed.

You were still oblivious to my presence in the hall. Your hips were moving faster now, and your moans were louder. I saw your toes flexing, your stomach shuddering. Your hips rose one final time before you turned your face into the pillow to stifle your scream.

I watched for a moment as you laid there, calming down. Still unaware that I had come home.

Until I reached to my belt and unclasped my handcuffs. That single click seemed to fill the hall.

You jumped at the sound, and when you saw me approaching the bed - my hard cock hanging out of my unzipped pants - the handcuffs in my hand - I could see the embarrassment in your eyes.

You had been caught.

I grabbed your wrist, and as the handcuffs clicked closed, on your right wrist, then your left...

I told you exactly what I thought...

"THAT was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. And you, my dear? You better brace yourself..."

[To Be Continued in Next Post...]

2005-08-07T18:57:00.000-07:00

I happened across that spot we used to go when we were first dating. The spot we stopped that hot afternoon while walking home from school.

That spot in the clearing. That spot where anyone could have caught us. That spot with the soft, lush grass.

We started down the trail that afternoon, taking the shortcut to my house. We wanted to get there before anyone else, so we could sneak upstairs.

We kept stopping to kiss. With each kiss, it became harder and harder to wait. I wanted you there. Right then. We continued to walk. My hard cock desperate to get you home...

We wandered from the trail and found the small clearing in the underbrush. Kissing, ripping at each others clothes. You freed my cock from my jeans and stroked it while I kissed your neck. Your tits. We dropped to our knees, kissing. Pulling each others hair.

You pushed me back into the grass, and stood, looking down at me. For just a moment, before lifting your skirt slightly, and lowering yourself onto my cock. You had never been on top before, but I quickly forgot as my cock slid into your hot pussy, every inch screaming in exctasy at how tight and hot you were. You began grinding your hips, rolling my cock inside you. I reached up and slid your shirt back over your head, and sat up to bury my face in your breasts. Licking them, nibbling them. Pulling at your taught nipples with my teeth.

Your arms were wrapped around my neck, your fingers pulling at my hair as you rode my cock. I could feel your breath in my ear. Your gasps. Your moans.

You were riding me hard and fast, playing with your clit. I layed back, and watched you. Bouncing on my cock. I reached down and played with your clit, watching your tits bounce in the sunlight. Your moans were getting louder, and I knew you were close. I sat up again, and wrapped my arms around you. Pulling you closer. Forcing it deeper. Using my hips to grind against you. Whispering in your ear.

"Fuck Me..."
"Fuck Me..."
"Ride It..."

I could feel your fingernails in my shoulder. At that moment, we kissed. You bit my lip to stifle your scream as you came, your muscles contracting on my cock. Squeezing the shaft. Your breath in my ear, and your hot pussy were pulling me closer to the edge. You kept riding my cock, and when you whispered "Come for me..." in my ear. It came.

It came roaring up the shaft of my cock like a hot bolt of lightning. My face buried in your tits to stifle the growl that escaped as my cock once more plunged deep into you. I could feel it throbbing as I came into you. The sensation indescribable.

We layed in the grass for awhile, breathing heavily. Not quite sure what had just happened.

After dressing, we looked at the flattened grass. We had just fucked there. Like animals.

To this day, when I feel soft grass, my cock stirs. Taking me back to that afternoon. That afternoon of sweat, lust, and grass.

That area has been cleared now. And a church now stands over that very spot. When I think of those people, bowing, praying, repenting for sins... I smile forms on my face.

And I think of the grass.

2005-07-31T23:53:00.000-07:00

We checked into the Best Western early, that way we had time to do some sightseeing. Feeling hot and sticky from sweating the whole ride, we figured it would be best to have a shower before heading out.

She used the phone to call home and check the messages, while I went and started the shower.
I had just stripped down to my underwear and T-Shirt when she came in. Video Camera in hand.

"What's Up?" I asked.
"You're going to shower, aren't you? I thought I might watch. If it's a good enough show, I might slip in with you."
"Show?" I asked.
"Show me what her do by herrself in the shower. I want her to think of me while her wash herrself. "
"Really?!"
"Yes, Really. And, you know that good behaviour is rewarded... "
"Alright..." I said, as I began to remove my shirt.
"No... Start just like that..."
"In my shirt?"
"And underwear..." She said, pushing me towards the shower.

I backed under the water, leaning against the wall, feeling the hot water pour over me. I looked over at her, watching me in the small LCD screen on the camera. Biting her bottom lip as she watched me slowly rub my cock through my wet underwear.

I closed my eyes and began slowly stroking my cock, the hard shaft was sticking out over the waistband now - refusing to be confined. I removed my soaked shirt, pulling it off over my head. I heard her draw a breath sharply, and nearly drop the camera, as it hung off my cock for a second before falling to the floor.

I heard the camera chime as she resumed recording a moment later. I let the water flow over my chest, and run down to my cock. I loved the feel of the hot spray on the sensitive head, and leaned against the wall letting my entire body take the water.

Posing for her.

I sensed her closer, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her kneeling near the edge of the shower. Watching my cock on the screen.

I pretended not to see.

Until I felt her lips wrap around the head, taking me into herr mouth.

I looked down, and saw the camera, now off, laying at her feet. She was looking up at me as she slowly ran her tongue around my cock. Letting it slide in and out of her mouth, she cupped my balls. I felt her hum as my cock passed over her lips, sending shockwaves up the shaft.

Her hand gripped it firmly, stroking it as she sucked it deep into her mouth.

I could see her looking up at me. Watching me enjoy her. Sucking my cock. Stroking it. The hot water running down my chest, splashing down onto the shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. The water, soaking her face, her hair, her shirt. Her hands, stroking it, and massaging my balls.

The scene is too much, and my knees buckle as I come. She takes me deep, swallowing it. Her hand sliding up and down the throbbing shaft - squeezing out every drop. I nearly collapse as she licked the head a final time...

She slowly backed away with a grin - licking her lips slightly.

"Finish up..." She said, picking up the camera.

I heard the chime as she hit record, watching me soap up. When I looked up a moment later, she had left the bathroom. I quickly finished, and found her waiting in the bed.

"I thought we were going to go out?" I asked.
"We'll stay an extra day to do some sightseeing. For now, let's just stay in..."

As I crawled in beside her, I could smell how wet she was. The smell of her sex filled my nostrils, drawing me down underneath the blankets.

Between her thighs.

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2005-07-25T18:25:00.000-07:00

My fingers along your cheek, to the back of your neck.

My fingers down your back, slowly. Softly.

Holding you tight to me, my arms around you.

Whispering I Love You in your ear as we dance slowly together.

My breath in your ear, as I softly sing you the words.

My lips on your ear. Your neck. Your shoulders.

My fingers passing over your lips, feeling your breath.

My tongue sliding across your nipples. Feeling them grow taught as my tongue passes.

My hands squeezing them gently, massaging them.

My cock, hard, and pressed between us. Sliding against you as we move slowly to the music.

My hands sliding over your body. Finding your pussy. Slowly massaging.

My fingers over your clit. Sliding inside.

Grinding against each other. Slowly. Firmly.

Spreading your legs slowly.

Pressing my cock against it. Sliding in slow.

Inch.

By Inch.

As you read this, are you sharing this moment of passion in your mind?

And if I was there, now, with you - in this moment of passion - would you want me inside you?

In this moment, would you ask me to make love to you?

In this moment, is your body yearning for my touch? My Lips? My Cock?

In this moment, I long to be with you. To share it.

2005-07-19T19:39:00.000-07:00

I had gotten home late that night. Like almost every other night. I snuck in, so I didn't wake you, and tiptoed upstairs.

You weren't there.

I found you downstairs in the dark, watching a movie, wearing one of my T-shirts and some underwear.

"I thought you'd be in bed already..." I said.
"I was waiting up."
"Really?"
"I missed you. You've been gone most of the week."
"I know, I'm sorry." I said, as I sat down beside you.

You slowly started to rub my back, as you told me how your day had been. I'd like to say that I was paying attention - but I wasn't. Your hands felt amazing as they kneaded my tight shoulders and back.

Maybe it was a natural response to your touch, or maybe it was the sound of your voice - but I felt my cock stiffening as you talked. Because I wasn't paying attention, I didn't snap out of my daze until you started nibbling my ear. My neck. My lower lip.

You unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it down my back. You started kissing my neck.

I turned to kiss you, feeling your lips on mine. Our tongues lightly grazing each other as they passed. I slowly pushed you back onto the couch, letting my hand slide down the back of your neck, and acrosss your shoulder.

I slid your shirt up as I kissed my way up your stomach. Your breasts. Letting my tongue slide across the nipples. Nibbling them. Squeezing them. As I kiss you, I can feel your hands fumbling with my belt. You get it undone, and in no time, your hands are working frantically, trying to free my cock from the pants.

You look up into my eyes, and push me back, sitting up to take me in your mouth. You stop just short - your mouth hanging open.

"What?" I ask... (Desperately...)
"The blinds are open!"
"So?"
"Anybody walking by on the street can just look in and see!"
"Fuck it. Thats their problem..."

I push you back on the couch before you have time to respond, and continue kissing you. I quickly work your panties free, and toss them away. Kissing down your neck to your chest. Each breast. Each nipple. Down your stomach. Your belly button.

Your pussy.

I slide my tongue between the lips, and can instantly taste you. Feel your heat. Your hands claw at my head, begging me closer. I slide my tongue over your clit, and hear you gasp. I suck it into my mouth, and you grip my head harder. I let my tongue caress each fold before sliding it into you. Tasting you.

My cock is screaming at me to fuck you. And, as I slowly stroke it, I can feel pre cum gathering in anticipation.

I sit up and look at you, ready to slide it in. As I move my hips forward, you push me back, with your grin. You cup my balls in your hand as you sit up. Grabbing the shaft, you slowly let your tongue slide across the head of my cock, licking the pre cum from the head. You probe the slit with your tongue, coaxing more as you slide your hand up the shaft. In an instant, you take me into your mouth, your tongue circling. A loud moan escapes my throat as you take me deep into your hot mouth. Your hand slowly stroking as you move your head back and forth. It takes everything I have to stop myself from grabbing your head, and fucking your face. My hips move slowly, pushing my cock a little deeper into your mouth.

In no time, I can feel my balls boiling, ready to blow. I'm not ready. Not yet. I push you back, and grab your hand. I pull you over to the floor in front of the window.

I want to fuck you here.

I want to fuck you where someone might see.

I grab your ankles, and raise your legs - opening them. I move forward, and can feel you shudder as my cock slowly enters you. I watch it disappear inch by inch into you. Your pussy is hot, and I can feel your muscles squeezing it as it enters. You start grinding your hips. In anticipation.

"Fuck me..." You whisper.

I start slow, looking into your eyes. I watch as you play with your clit. Sliding in and out of you, watching your breasts dance on your chest, I can hear your breathing. I look over my shoulder out the window, and I can see our reflection, superimposed over the darkened street outside. I see our naked bodies on the floor. I can see my ass thrusting my cock into you. Faster, and harder. My balls slapping off your ass.

Drops of my sweat are falling onto your stomach from my forehead as I fuck you. Our moans filling the room. Your fingers are moving wildly across your clit, and your breathing betrays you. Your moans and whimpers tell me you're almost there. I thrust harder, and can feel my cock filling you. I can feel your body taking every inch, and savouring it.

You are unable to stifle the scream that escapes you as you come, your pussy spasming on my cock. Squeezing tight. You reach up and pich my nipples in your fingers. This was new, but felt incredible. It sends a shock through my chest, and down to my cock. It tightens, as the muscles contract. I can feel the orgasm roaring up the shaft.

As I come, I look up to see a shadow in the street. I growl as my come fills you with a hard and deep final thrust. You pinch my nipples harder as my cock spasms inside you. I fall onto you, as my knees grow weak and from the intensity. Laying on your chest, I look out the window to see the shadow has gone.

After a few moments, we stand on shaky legs, and retreat to the shower to cool off.

The next morning as you dressed, I noticed two small red patches on your ass. I noticed that I had similar red marks on my knees - and needed a cool shower.

2005-07-15T05:18:00.000-07:00

While in the shower this morning, I caught myself thinking about how your pussy tasted last night. I couldn't help but stroke my hard cock while I remembered ...

I remember you were so hot that your underwear was soaked with its juice. I can see myself kissing and licking my way up your inner thigh, and grazing your clit with my tongue. Quickly and softly. Then, starting down the other thigh.

I pause and look up at you. Biting the pillow, so that no one can hear you moan.

I go back to your pussy, slowly licking the outer lips, teasing. I let my tongue part them, and find its way to the hot, pink core. As soon as my tongue hits it, you jerk. I grab your hips, and hold them in place while I trace the folds with my tongue.

Your taste is amazing. Your scent even more so.

I slide my tongue into you slowly, as if begging for more of your juice. You start moving your hips a little as I fuck you with my tongue. In and out, using my tongue to pleasure you. It seems to be too much for you. I can hear your breath - you seem to be gasping. Are you wanting more? Or less?

I pull back, and notice that you've pulled a pillow over your face to stifle your moans. That won't do. Not at all. I grab your hands, and hold your wrists with one hand. I go back to eating your pussy, and now that I can hear you moaning, my cock is rock hard. I reach down with my other hand to stroke it a little while I lick your clit.

I know you're watching. I know that you like to watch me jerk off. (Even more so when I'm down on you...) I know that you are getting closer, because your moans are deeper. I put a little more pressure on your clit with my tongue, and lick a little quicker. I stop stroking my cock, and slide a finger into you. Finding that spot just inside... That spot that melts you. Probing it with my finger, while sucking and licking you, is pushing you closer to the edge.

The fact that you are totally at my mercy, unable to free your hands, makes you even hotter. I push a little harder with my finger, sliding it gently up and down that spot. Your beathing is quick and jagged. With another quick slip of the tongue, your hips begin to thrust against my tongue. A small scream escapes as you come. Your body shaking, I continue to lick just a little more, until you scream again.

Releasing your hands, I sit up and slowly slide my finger out, watching your body recover. I can see you laying there breathing heavily. Your breasts bouncing with each sharp breath.

And this morning, the mere memory of last night has brought me to the point of no return. Slowly stroking my hard cock in the shower, I had to bite my lip when I came.

The bathroom has a horrible echo.

2005-07-13T22:08:00.000-07:00

I saw her as her car passed by my radar checkpoint. I caught a quick glimpse of her face as she passed - going 15 kilometres over the limit.

I decided to hit the lights and stop her. It was getting dark, and hitting a deer out here was pretty common. She didn’t pull over immediately, so I gave her a short burst of siren to get her attention. She pulled onto a small access road for a nearby cornfield, and watched as I pulled in behind her. I cut the lights, and got out. She had pulled in quite a distance, and the road was barely visible through the trees.

As I walked up to her windoew, I saw her watching me in her side mirror. She had the most beautiful green eyes, and auburn hair. I made eye contact with her, and held it until I arrived at the window.

“Evening, Officer. I’m sorry, I was just on my way into town.”
“You were going a little fast, you realize.”
“Yes. I do, actually.”
“Could I see your license and proof of insurance?”
“Yeah. Just let me get it.”

She began to fumble for her purse, and I had a chance to look her over. She was more beautiful than I thought. I could see the swell of her large breasts underneath her blouse, and I could smell the fruity shampoo that she had used. Her legs were long, and looked like glass. I wondered what they’d feel like around my waist. I felt my cock stiffening in my pants. She looked up, and caught me staring. I quickly looked up, and noticed that she had her licence ready. I reached for it, and my shaky hand allowed it to fall between the drivers door and her seat.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Officer. I guess I’m just nervous.”
“No. My fault. And, there’s no need to be nervous.” I said with a shaky voice.
“I’ll just reach down and grab it.”

She opened her door, and slowly got out. She bent over, and because I hadn’t moved far enough away from the door, her ass brushed lightly across what was now a raging hardon. I had nothing to hide it with, but tried to stand in a manner that made it less noticeable. It didn’t work. Just after brushing against it, she stopped and slowly stood. She turned around, and looked at my pants. I noticed she was blushing.

“So. Does this happen with all the women you pull over?” She asked slyly.
“Does what happen?”
“This…”

She reached out slowly, and traced her finger along the outline of my cock. I felt cold and hot at the same time.

“No. Miss. It doesn’t…”

She traced it with her finger again, and my breath caught in my throat. She pressed her palm against the hard shaft, rubbing it slowly. I looked into her eyes as she slowly grabbed the zipper of my pants, and inched it down. I grabbed her other wrist, and pulled her closer. I wanted to smell her hair, and peer into those green eyes. I felt her hand slide into my pants, finding my cock. Stroking it slowly, she kissed me. I ran my hands through her thick hair, savouring the moment. I let them slide down the back of her neck, and over her shoulders. I pressed my fingers into her crotch, feeling the warmth. I started pressing them a little harder against her, imagining her wet pussy inside her pants.

She had worked my cock free of my pants and was stroking it firmly. I undid the button of her pants, and slid my hand down inside. I could smell the sweet scent of her wet pussy. I let my fingers part the lips, and slide across her clit. She drew a sharp breath, and let out a whimper. I moved past her clit, and allowed my finger to slide inside her. She was on fire.

I began walking her backwards towards my car, with my fingers still in her. I pulled my fingers out long enough to lift her onto the hood, and pull down her pants. I spread her legs slowly, and knelt between them. I slowly licked my way up her inner thigh, letting my tongue part her wet lips. I let my tongue slide across her clit, tasting the sweet warmth. I could feel her hands on my head, pulling it closer. Begging my tongue to probe deeper. I heard her gasp as I let my tongue explore her. A moment later, she was guiding me upward.

I stood and kissed her as she fumbled with my belt, allowing my pants to fall to my ankles. She cupped my shaven balls in her hand, and guided the head of my cock to her wet pussy. I let it slide slowly across her clit before allowing it to slide into her. She threw her head back and gasped as I buried it slowly. I slowly pulled it back, and slid in again. Harder this time. We locked eyes as I continued to fuck her. I held her by the hair as she ground her hips against my cock, burying it deeper each time I thrusted.

She bucked and clawed at my ass as she whispered in my ear to fuck her harder. The car bounced beneath her, adding to the rhythm. I pressed my thumb against her clit as my cock slid in and out of her. She bit at my ear, and pulled my hair. I pressed my thumb a little harder, and she began to shudder, letting out a scream. Her pussy tightened around my cock as she came, and I felt my cock throbbing with the impending explosion. As I got closer, I found it difficult to control my growls, and I thrusted deeper and harder. A moment later, I exploded inside her, my cock throbbing with one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing heavily.

After catching my breath, I stood and pulled up my pants. After re-fastening my belt, I hepled her down from the hood of the cruiser, and handed her pants to her. I straightened up my uniform as I watched her put her pants on.

“So. What was it you were headed into town for?” I asked her.
“Actually, dispatch told me you were out here with the radar, so I figured I’d stop by.”
“Really…” I said, as I grinned at her. “You have got to be the most incredible wife in the world, you know that, right?.”
“I know.” She said, winking at me. “Oh, I brought you some dinner too. It would have been pretty shitty when you got home.”
“Thanks, babe,” I said, as I walked her back to her car. “I should be home around eleven or so.”

I kissed her again, and walked back to my car with the dinner she had brought me. As she passed me on her way out, she reminded me to be careful, and headed for home.

My wife often travels that stretch of road when I’m out there, and each time, she makes sure that she travels a little over the speed limit.

[Originally posted by me to Doing Things With Skin, on 08 July, 2005.]