Nuri

Wow - love the responses everyone. Glad this story got people off. Need to come up with something new.

My oh my oh my it's been months since I've posted anything anywhere - but here I am with a little something that came to me today. Let me know what you think. And - of course - please visit Pretty Dirty for more. Nuri -------------------------- How long has it been since R. and I played? I think more than a year now. She got transfered and then laid off. Totally sucked for me (and her too). I can't say I've even nearly forgotten her or the things we did together. She was so crazy and just loved it when I would cum for her. On her face, pussy, all over her tits, on her feet and ass and everywhere. I'd do it and then she'd rub it into her skin or suck it off her fingers or just let it run down her body. Always at work. Dirty, dirty, dirty. This morning though she came back. I'm sitting at my desk working when there's a knock on the door. I turn and see here at the door smiling brightly at me. She waves. "Hey," she begins, "it's been too too long." I blush and get up. Walking toward her I extend my hand. She ignores that and steps close and wraps her arms around me. "Are you fucking kidding," she whispers as she presses her body tight against mine. Her hair is long and loose and smooth and it fills my face as she presses her head into me. Her face is tanned and she's wearing a pale yellow tank, a long white skirt and flip flops. She doesn't look nearly as put together as she did in the past but still beautiful beyond words. Her arms hold me tight and she lifts her face and gives me a kiss. Her mouth is cool and sweet and her tongue touches mine. We separate but she takes my hands. Tilting her head she smiles at me. She seems almost breathless. "Oh my god I've missed what you did for me," she says, "as soon as I made plans to come my pussy has been trembling. I've been making myself cum just thinking about you." Like clockwork, her words make my dick hard. She reaches for it and strokes me through the fabric of my pants. "Do you want me to play with your cum again?," she asks with a smile. My mouth dry I tell her yes. Looping a finger around my belt she pulls me close again. "I'm glad. I have something special in mind for you - for us. Follow me." She lets go of my belt and walks out of the office. I follow - looking over my shoulder to think if there's anything that I needed to do. Looking at her swaying ass and bare legs and feet I realize that nothing matters. We walk to the parking lot. "It's a rental," she says as we approach a sweet looking Saab convertible. She presses the key and the alarm chips off. "Get in," she says, "I want you to drive." I get into the car and she slides into the passenger seat beside me. "Lets put down the roof," she suggests. The day is gorgeous and in no time we are driving. Distracted, she looks out the window. "Someplace less crowded - way less crowded," she says as we wind through traffic. We get onto the freeway. It's the middle of the afternoon and we're heading out of the city. "Much better," she smiles as she pulls her skirt up. Her panties are tight and purple. She begins stroking herself through them. "You remember how I said I cum loud?," she asked, "do you want to hear me cum? Do you want to hear me cum loud for you." I look at her, smile and tell her yes. I begin to signal for an exit. "No," she say, "keep driving." I stay on the highway and we go. She faces me and pulls down the front of her shirt. Her hands massage and pinch and stretch her breasts - twisting her nipples until they stand and then sucking them. Keeping my eyes on the road is getting impossible. She's breathing through her mouth and watching the world through narrowed eyes. "Maybe it would be safer if I was closer to you," she suggests. Her hand is back between her legs rubbing. The crotch of her panties is wet. She pulls them to the side and dips her fingers insider herself. She takes them out shiny and offers them to me. "Taste me," she says, "taste my pussy for me." I suck and suck and suck them till there's no taste left at all. She's rubbing herself with her other hand as I do. She begins to twist and turn toward me in her seat and unfastens her seat belt. "What are you doing," I stammer, trying to keep my eyes on the road as she turns toward me and begins to straddle the center console. I watch, in stunned silence, as she spreads her pussy and lowers herself onto the stick shift - holding her skirt under her arm against her bare chest. With the shift fully inside her she finishes her turn - putting on knee between my legs and the other on her now-empty seat. Her right hand is on my shoulder and she begins to grinds herself down. "We're not stopping till I'm done," she grunts, biting her lip and pushing herself down hard. I reach down and pull myself out, brushing her leg as I do. I can feel how taut her muscles are and I rub my cock on her bare thigh. Her face in on my shoulder and a hand is between her leg - working her clit. I look down and see the sweet wrinkled sole of her foot. She is shouting - screaming. Her body twitches and spasms on the shift as we drive. No words, just the sound of an animal as she smashes her naked cunt against the car. Her right arm is around my head - pulling it tight to hers - using it as an anchor as she cums. "Oh god fuck me," she breathes into my ear, "fuck me, fuck me now." She begins to struggle, trying to move closer. "I need to pull over," I grunt as she presses her face against mine and kisses me through hot panting breaths. I reach between her legs and am able to grasp part of the shaft - now wet - still inside her. As I move the shift, she follows with her hips - chirping and moaning as we slow, grinding her pussy now down on my hand. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she yells as we roll to a stop on the shoulder. Cars are passing as she pulls herself off the shift. I can hear the sucking should as it comes out. Her hand is between us - jamming me insider her. She is thrashing on me - throwing her body forward and back - screaming stilling - grinding down on my cock. I can't wait - I let myself go - let myself fill her jerking cunt with my cum. She is leaning back now, sobbing. Her face is a mess. Her legs are twisted in the small space of the drivers seat. It takes us moments to realize she is sounding the horn with her back. We begin to laugh and she leans forward. She has a hand on my shoulder now and another between her legs. As she lifts off of me she cups her hand and lets the mess drip out into her palm. Heaving herself back into the passenger's seat she uses two fingers to scoop the rest of the mess from her cunt to her hand. Leaning back in the seat, she takes my cum and across her face and through her hair. She's streaked and wet and weak and still panting. Licking her fingers, she smiles. "When we were apart," she said, "I used to fantasize about you standing over me and jerking off and just covering me with your cum. I can't tell you how many times I came imagining that." She leans her seat back and closes her eyes. She is a wreck but so so beautiful. Catching my breath, I look at her and smile. "How long are you going to be around," I ask. A smile crosses her lips - her eyes still closed - "I don't know," she begins, "that kind of depends on you." Her eyes open. We both smile and now laugh. "Let's drive," I say. "Let's drive," she repeats, and off we go.

Not sure why it's been so long since I've written a story. Here's a little something I wrote the other day. I hope you enjoy it. ----------------------------------------- I hear your fingers click on your keys as I walk past your open door. I look in. You’re sitting there working away (I assume you are working) and I stop to watch quietly for a moment. There’s something about your neck and shoulders - about your hair and the sound you are making - that I find irresistible. I lean on the door frame and continue to watch. You have no idea I am there. I can see your screen over your shoulder. I see images flash up and down - dirty, dirty images - and I realize you’re not working at all; you’re just getting yourself worked up. The thought of you sitting there, looking at pornography, makes my cock get hard. You linger on a scene and I see your right hand drop from the keyboard. It’s an image of a woman with a dick in her face, cum running from the corner of her mouth. You reach for the mouse with your left hand now and continue to surf. I watch as you rest your head back. I reach down and feel my dick through my pants. It’s hard - aching for your mouth. Quietly, I step into the room and walk toward you. Your eyes are closed and your hand is in the top of your unbuttoned pants. Your chest rises and falls in little tense motions. I am right behind you. I can hear the muffled noise of your fingers stirring your wet pussy. I reach my arms around you and touch your breasts. Your eyes spring open - startled. You see it’s me and smile. “Oh fuck baby,” you sigh - almost a moan, “you scared the shit out of me.” Your finger keeps moving. “I’ve been watching you,” I say, still kneading your tits, “and I want to see you cum.” You close your eyes again and smile - pressing your head back against my body as I reach inside your shirt and feel my way into your bra. Your breasts are so soft and warm. I find your little nipples - hard - and pinch and squeeze them. You make a sound like a purr. You lift your hips and rub harder. I lean over you and kiss your forehead. My cock and balls are so tight. I want to rub myself all over your face. I whisper this to you. You whimper and rub faster - biting your lip. You nod your head, your eyes clenched tight. My hands are out of your shirt. I unfasten my belt and pants and pull my dick out. You pull your feet up onto the chair and open your legs - pushing your pants down over your ass as you do. I can see your pussy and finger. I turn your chair and press the head of my cock against your lips - a tiny drop of pre-cum emerging from the tip. The taste and feel of my cock makes you almost frantic. Your rub hard and fast and sigh as I push myself into your mouth. My hands are on your head, pulling you against me - pushing my cock all the way into your throat. As I slide in and out of you my dick is wet and glistening with your spit. I can feel your body trembling - and you’re panting, sucking, wanting to cum and wanting my cum. “Go on baby,” I whisper, “go on and cum for me, let me see you spread and wet and cumming.” My words make you twist in your chair, straining and ready. I smear my wet dick along your lips and across your cheeks. Your body suddenly thrashes, then trembles, then goes totally rigid. “In my mouth,” you say in barely a whisper, “give me your cock in my mouth.” I spit into my hand and begin rubbing my cock as your body continues to cum. I get it harder and harder until it feels like I’m going to burst. I press it against your lips - you’re breathing hard - and let it slip all the way into you. Taking your head in my hands I move you up and down my cock, groaning. You gag a little when I push it all the way in but neither of us stops. Looking down at your face - flushed - with my cock pressed in all the way - I begin to cum. I can feel the release as I fill your mouth and throat. You gag again but keep sucking. I can see you rubbing yourself more and cumming again as you swallow me down. I pull out of your mouth and wipe my cum on your face. Your eyes flutter open and a smile crosses your lips. “Baby that was a beautiful surprise,” you tell me, “feel free to sneak up on my any time.” I smile down at you and promise that I will.

After that first time we talked on the train about getting together again. Every time I look at you I picture you with my cum all over your pretty face, the sighs and smile when you came the second time, how my faced ached from your grinding yourself against me. Seeing you every day just makes me crazy. You tell me it did the same for you too when we’re able to talk. “I want to crush your face between my thighs,” you whisper to me one day on the platform, “I want to ride your face until I totally loose it and begin to cum on you.” My face burns as you reach down and pat my cock - totally throbbing now - through my pants. ”Do you think you can give me your face again,” you say in an almost pouty voice, “can you give me your face and your cum.” For some reason, the way you say it - and the fact that you are softly stroking my dick in a way no one can see - and the fact that we are surrounded by people waiting for the train - all of it makes me burst out laughing. I lean at you and give you a kiss on the cheek. Your skin feels hot on my lips. I whisper, “same rules?” You nod. ”I can do it,” I tell you, “name your time.” You look at me and then at your watch and smile. ”You’re not to busy now, are you?,” you ask innocently. I think about my day - and then about the taste of your pussy; “No, I’m not too busy now, not too busy at all.” We both smile. You take my arm. ”Out here, like this, we can touch more - just not inside, at least not yet.” You confuse me but I am willing to play along - imagining you cumming, bucking on my mouth is enough to make me do most anything. The walk to your apartment is easier this time - we know what we’re doing and the frenzy isn’t quite so bad . . . yet. As soon as you open the door though and I lean close and smell you I am in your control. ”Go to the room and get undressed for me. Be waiting on my bed.” I drop my bags on the sofa and go in and strip - lying on your cool bedspread waiting for you. You come in a moment later, a cup of coffee in your hand and begin to undress. ”Would you like some coffee?” you ask nonchalantly. I say “yes.” ”Open your mouth,” you say. You take a sip and hold it in your mouth then lean over me and let is spill from your mouth into mind. For some reason this turns me on - a lot. You see my cock flinch when you do it. ”Mmmmm, I see you enjoy little games. We’ll have to find more to play some time, won’t we?” As you undress I get to see your body for the first time. I love the look of your breasts as they fall from your bra. They nice looking and natural with round brown nipples. Your ass is round and your legs shapely but not long. You step out of your panties and stand in front of me. ”Like what you see?,” you ask. ”You know I do,” I tell you. ”You can see as much as you want - just no touching right now.” My mind is on fire. I want to know how your breasts feel, how your nipples look when you get excited - I ache to touch you everywhere. ”More coffee?,” you ask. I say yes and you dribble more into my mouth. You put the coffee onto the table and put your hands between your legs. Your spread your legs and then your pussy. It looks smooth and wet. You slide two fingers into it and begin rubbing them in and out. ”Oh,” you say, “this feels good.” You pull them out and trace around my nipples with your wet fingers then bring them to my face for me to smell and taste. “Lie back,” you tell me, climbing onto the bed beside me, “lie back and let me spread myself against your face.” I roll onto my back with me head on your pillows, your scent wafting up around me, making me want you more. You pass one knee over my face and sit down on my chest, spreading your pussy and rubbing your clit for me to see. You breathe hard as your finger yourself, the pale skin of your chest starting to tinge crimson. “Give me your pussy,” I pant, “I want you on my face.” You’re shifting from side-to-side on my chest. I can feel the wet from your cunt on me. You kneel up and move a knee to either side of my head - your calfs push their way under my arms. Your head is back - “hold my ankles or feet” - a drop of wet dangles from your pussy and falls onto my face. It makes me moan out loud to taste you like that. I lift my head and reach my tongue to brush your lips and moving fingers. As soon as you feel my mouth you settle your body down onto my face and lean forward, pressing your clit hard onto my lips. I twist my tongue up to it and begin to lick and suck at your. Your hands grip the bed frame over my head to give you more leverage against my face. Your hips roll over me, pressing your cunt hard against me, covering my face with the wet seeping from inside you. You press down on me and swivel - the flesh of your thighs and cunt and ass suffocating me. You lean forward more, your breasts dangling down, your face crunched and red and contorted and you begin to bounce yourself on my red and contorted face. Your breath bursts out in loud raw puffs as you begin to cum - your body tight and trembling against my face. My hands are squeezing your feet - my knuckles are white - my cock is throbbing for you. You continue to rest on my face and tremble and cum - more quietly now, sopping my face in what comes from inside you. My face is numb and warm and wet. Finally, with a wet sloppy sound, your pull you cunt off my face. Your chest and throat and face are still flushed and your eyes have a dreamy half sleepy look to them. You lift your leg over me and lie down beside me for a second - our bodies touching along our sides and legs. I love the way your skin feels against mine. ”Your turn,” you sigh, “I want to have your cum now.” I begin to reach for you but you slap my hand away. ”We touched a little and it was nice, but that’s all this time.” I nod and kneel up beside you. I wipe my hand across my face to get some of your wet and use it to stroke my cock. Looking at you there - naked, your breasts rising and falling, your eyes closed, your hand between your legs lazily playing - makes my cock and balls buzz for you. ”Where this time?,” you ask, your eyes still closed. ”Spread your legs for me,” I say, “I want to cum on your hand and pussy.” You smile and shift on the bed, spreading your legs and pussy wide open for me. Your lips and clit are still swollen and red, “like this?,” you ask. I stroke myself there over you until I feel my balls clench and my cum welling up through my cock. I point it at your wet fingers and spread cunt. Globs of white cum run across your pussy and hand. You grind a finger into your clit when my cum lands and arch your back, cumming again. With your eyes still closed, you collect my cum from around your pussy and bring them - wet and sticky - to your mouth. You make obscene sounds as you suck your hand clean, returning to between your legs to collect the rest of the mess and bringing that to your mouth as well. I collapse beside you - careful not to touch - and then feel your fingers touching mine. ”We should get up,” you sigh, “we have to get to work at some point.” I close my hand on yours and feel my heart beat strong, “I suppose so,” I say. And so together, we dress and make our way back to the platform to begin our days.

This is the first story I wrote and posted on Pretty Dirty last year. Reading it now still makes me hard. Hope you all enjoy it. Nuri ---- Chick on the train. Black leather jacket comes down to the top of her ass. Black skirt to her knees. Black tights with a diamond pattern. High heel shoes - two inch probably - little wingtips with laces. They push he calfs up making them beautiful and round - tapering down to sweet thin ankles. She has a cute brown bob and a little turned up nose. Sitting in the row beside me, she reads, running her manicured nail over her bare lips, playing with her lips and mouth. She’s sexy in a simple way. The kind of girl you see on trains, in offices and on the street in the city. The kind of girl you see in a bar after work and smile at - especially if you’ve had a beer maybe. She wears no jewelry save two diamond studs peeking out through her hair. Moles - small and strategically placed - are on her right cheek, which faces me. She has a book but isn’t reading - just watching the world through the window. She looks at me and sees me looking at her. She smiles. Her left leg is extended and she rolls her right foot onto its side, exposing the sole of her shoe. Her shoes look smaller than they are. She begins to read but is distracted. I can see her looking at me in the her reflection on my window. She looks and is still smiling. I turn and look at he. She smiles again. I say hello. She asks if I always take this train - it is the middle of the day and she’s never seen me. I tell her no and smile. I ask her what she’s reading. She turns to cover to me - some book on religion. Is it good? I ask her. She smiles and says she supposes so - she’s reading it for a class. I ask her where she goes. She’s a grad student at Northeastern. I don’t ask what she’s studying. I smile. I ask her if she wants to sit with me and she stands and steps across the aisle. She looks at me and smiles. The sun is on her face. I tell her I noticed her legs on the platform. She blushes. They’re nice I tell her. She says thanks. I ask her if she takes this train every day. She says no. She’s on her way to visit a friend whose at home, not feeling well. That’s nice, I say. I look at her face. She looks at mine. I tell the sun looks good on her as it flashes through the window. She laughs and smiles and says thanks. I stare down at her legs. So you like them? She asks. I say I do. I tell her that her heels make her legs look good. Not good, I say, great. She blushes again. We’re riding along the freeway - keeping pace with the traffic outside. She smiles and pulls at the hem of her shirt, pulling it above her knees. Do you like my thighs too? She asks. Yes, I tell her, they look good. She pulls her skirt a little more. She tells me she’s wearing stockings. I can see the pale skin on the inside of her thighs. Do you like that she asks - her head tipped down, her eyes looking up at me. She is smiling. I tell her I do. I tell her that she’s giving me a hardon. Good she says, that’s good. I open my jacket a bit so she can see the bulge in my pants. I guess you do, she says and reaches over to pat it. I look around. There are only a few people on the train but no one right near us. What do you want to do I ask. She says she doesn’t know and begins to read. She puts he book aside and takes off her jacket. It’s hot in here, don’t you think? she asks. She lays her jacket over her lap and puts her right leg across my lap. She picks up her book and begins reading again, slowly rubbing her leg across the growing bulge. She keeps looking at me out of the side of her eyes, smiling. The conductor comes by but doesn’t seem to see anything. Maybe there’s nothing unusual to see. She turns sideways and swings her left leg across my lap as well - pulling up the back of her skirt. I slide my hand under her jacket and up her skirt. Her thighs are soft and cool. No one can see you she says - sliding closer to me. I unzip my pants. She squeezes my dick between her legs and reads. It feels good. I smile. She reaches into her bag and hands me a bottle of astroglide. Use this she says. I squeeze some into my hand and reach up under her skirt. I rub some on myself and on her legs. That’s better she says, and she begins to rub her thighs together. It doesn’t take long for me to cum. She moves her jacket and I can see a wet spot seeping through the front of her skirt. Put it away, she tells me. I wipe it on her leg and zip up my pants. She smiles and swings her legs back down, straightening her skirt. She stands up. I can see my cum running down her leg. She sees it too. We smile. I’m Brenda, she says. Thanks I say. She says no problem and begins walking down the aisle of the train. I look after her. Her jacket is over her arm and her legs and ass look great as she walks away. I can still see the cum running down her left leg. She turns and smiles and waves. Looking out the window, I wave as she walks across the platform. She smiles and waves back. The train pulls away. I sit back and enjoy the rest of my ride.

I decided to try something a little more romantic than usual. Please let me know if it works. Nuri ------------------------- The sun has just set and the stars are starting to show. A warm breeze blows off the water. We hold hands. You carry your shoes, your bare feet are wet and caked with sand. The wind tousles our hair and billows your dress. You look lovely in the early evening light. In the distance dogs bark, children shout and the sounds of a day drawing to its close drift to us. You lean against me and I can smell your hair. I turn my head and kiss yours. I feel wonderfully in love. We come across a picnic table. “Sit down baby,” I say, pointing to the table top, “let's sit here together for a while.” You smile sideways at me - “sit here for a while?” - and arch an eyebrow. You sit and I sit beside you, an arm around your shoulder in the fading glow of the day. I lean close and whisper in your ear, “I love you.” I can feel you laugh a little. “Your lips tickle,” you tell me. I kiss your ear then pull away. “So, my lips tickle? That sounds like something we ought to test out. I'm not sure if I believe you.” I lean back in and kiss your throat – lightly brushing you, barely touching you – and can feel you tensing up as I move my mouth along your jaw. “Does that tickle?,” I ask. You shake your head. I rest a hand on your thigh and kiss your chin. “How about that?” “It feels funny but it doesn't tickle.” “I see,” I say seriously, “lets try this,” and I kiss your mouth. It feels clean and warm and alive as I touch your tongue and you touch mine. I feel your arm wrapping around me and pulling me close and tight to you. My right arm – around your shoulder – holds you to me; my left hand slides down your leg and under the hem of your dress below your knees. Your skin is warm and soft. I squeeze it gently and begin to slide my hand back up your legs. I can feel you smile against my mouth. Reluctantly, I pull my mouth from yours. Your saliva tastes sweet in my mouth. I look you in the eyes. “Ah,” I say, “the sacrifices we must make for science.” With that I lower my face and begin kissing your throat. “Does that tickle?” “No,” you say, as I slip my tongue along toward the top of your chest. I stop and stand before you. “Baby you're so beautiful.” I can see you blushing in the dim light of evening. I push your dress up a bit and rest my hands on your bare knees, pushing them apart a tiny bit. “Will you, in the name of science, unbutton your dress a bit for me?” You bat your eyelashes innocently but begin to undo the top of your dress. As you do, it falls open and I can see in the shadows the round swell of your breasts. I kneel on the bench of the picnic table – between your legs – and lean in to kiss your chest. I nuzzle my face between your breasts and turn my head, kissing one and then the other. I feel your arms closing around my head, hold it gently. I feel your chest rise and fall and then rise even more as you sigh. I readjust myself on the bench, sitting now between your knees; looking up at you I smile. “Baby,” I whisper looking up at you, “I really want to kiss you.” You smile and look around furtively. “Do you think it's safe?,” you ask. Rather than answer, I slide your dress up your legs until it is bunched around you waist and lean in to you, kissing your stomach and abdomen. I let my tongue drag lazily down toward the top of your panties – the fabric rasps against me as I kiss along the waistband toward your left hip. Your hands are on my head, guiding me down between your legs. “Kiss me through them,” you whisper, as my mouth finds you through the thin fabric. You let out a soft moan as my mouth makes contact with your swollen lips. I can taste you and suck against the cloth to taste you more. You put your sandy bare feet onto my shoulders and pull me closer. “Ohhh,” you breathe, “you mouth feels so good on me, darling, keep licking.” As I lick I can feel the crotch of your panties getting wetter and wetter. I love the feeling of your thighs closing around my head. Reaching below my chin, I push your legs apart. “Baby, lets get the panties off – I want to be able to kiss and lick you deep.” You lift you legs into the air and bring them together. I grab your panties and work them over your ass and hips and together we slide them off you. When you spread your legs again, you are bare and wet. “Oh god,” you moan, “I'm ready for you, I want to feel you in me.” Shaking my head I return between your legs and begin lapping at you. My cock is swelling in my pants as I lean over you and eat you out. My tongue pushes into you and then slithers out and across your clit. I can feel you squirming under my mouth. I put two fingers into you and begin to stroke you inside. Your ass is wet against my knuckles as I slide my fingers in and out of you. I love the way your rock your ass and pussy against my face and hand. Your legs close around me again but your hands are behind you now, supporting your body as you rock and roll your body while I kiss and lick and finger you. Your pussy is so wet that my fingers slide in and out – deep and hard. I love the way you taste, and the way you sound when your excited. The little breathless sounds – and the loud groans and yelps. I reach down with my free hand and struggle to pull my pants down. I am so hard I am aching for you baby. While I slurp at you I bang my hand in and out and against you. I can see and feel and hear you getting closer and closer to cumming. I want to feel it with my face baby. I bury it against you harder and suck more as you get more excited. I can't get enough of you, your body, your taste, your skin, your sounds, your movements. I feel you clench against my hand. “Ohhh god, ohhhh god, please go into me, please.” I can barely contain myself as I stand and finish pushing my pants down. Your legs are around my waist in an instant, pulling me toward you. I push my shirt up and push my body against yours, tracing your pussy with the head of my dick. I can feel you straining forward toward me and I can't wait to be inside you baby. I push in to your pussy. It's so warm and wet and it holds me so well. My arms fly around you and pull you close to me, my wet mouth and face against yours, kissing you. We both grunt and groan as we fuck. “Harder,” you rasp as I bang my body into yours, “do it harder.” It is dark now, all the stars are out and the last bit of sun has long since slipped away. I drive myself into you there in the night. Our bodies twisted together, straining to be closer. I can feel my excitement building in response to your continued orgasm. I clutch you close and hard and hold you tight as I begin to cum deep inside you, filling you, breathless, in the night, in your arms, in your body, in love.

Hmmmm - now that would be funny . . . (if we worked together and you were reading this)

I've been off on vacation - here's something I wrote just before I left. Enjoy. Nuri. ---------------- You look lovely there on the couch – in a simple white blouse and denim skirt. The way your hair frames your face, your high cheeks and full lips, your bright eyes and pretty smile – they’re perfect. I look down your body – the fabric of your shirt stretches over your breasts, giving me a sense of their size and shape. I want them. Your legs are crossed and I can see – faintly and you switch legs the white patch of your panties. Painted nails peek out of the open toes of your shoes. From head to foot you are desirable to me. “Can I get you anything?,” I ask, “I think I have some wine and beer and juice maybe,” looking through the fridge. “Just water,” you say, your hands – with their well-shaped and colored nails – resting on your knee. I fill a glass with ice from the front of the freezer and then water. “Don’t you have anything bottled?,” you ask with a grimace. I give you a sidelong glance – imaging how your face will look wet and smeared with spit and cum - ,”no, afraid not,” I tell you. You sigh and motion me over with the water. “Fine,” you say, taking the glass from my hand. Your face is perfect – so beautiful – I love the way your lips are so red and the grey shadow you dusted above your eyes. As you sip I can see your white teeth and the dark aperture of your mouth. I can feel my dick starting to get hard as I imagine it being in there with your tongue playing around it. The ice tinkles as you put the glass on the table beside the couch. You smile up at me. “Let me see you sans the shirt,” I say. Color creeps up your cheeks. “Excuse me?,” you ask, feigning surprise. “I said lose the shirt,” I repeat, “I want to see your tits.” Brushing your hair back over your shoulders you begin to unbutton your blouse. As you do, the round full shape of your breasts become apparent. Your cleavage looks soft and inviting. “Keep going baby,” I say, “you’re making my cock nice and hard.” You twist your shoulders and pull the shirt completely off – now sitting there in your cream-color bra, your breasts rising and falling as you breathe. Your body is trim and tan. I want to run my hands over it and to fell your texture and temperature. But that isn’t for now, I recall, and urge you on. “Now the bra – I need to see more of you.” You reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. Your breasts ease down slightly as you do. You slide one are and then the other out and sit – now topless – before me. The contrast between your tanned skin and the pale skin of your breasts is striking – it’s almost translucent as it curves up from your stomach to above your dark nipples. “Let me see you play with them,” I say, reaching down to give my dick a little pet. “Like this?,” you ask, squeezing one and then the other. As you do I can see your nipples beginning to stiffen. “Yeah,” I say, “that looks great. Can you lick your nipples for me?” You smile and press and breast up to your mouth. Rather than simply reach down with your tongue, you spit squarely onto your nipple and rub the foamy saliva into your breast. It makes the pretty wrinkled skin of your nipples glisten. Now you push your right breast up and reach for it with your tongue – flicking it around your nipple. “God yes,” I say, reaching into my pants for my cock. I unbutton my pants and push them down – taking my boxers with them – until my pants are around me knees and my cock is hard in my hand. “Mmmm,” you sign, “that’s what I want – you’re going to give it all to me, right?” Your pinching your nipples now and smile as I begin to stroke myself. “Drop the skirt baby, let me see what you’ve got under there.” You stand – your breasts swaying as you do – and unfasten your skirt, letting it drop to the floor. You step out of it and sit back down on the couch – now wearing only your shoes and panties. I kick my own shoes off and finish pushing my pants to the floor. I reach my hand toward you - “here,” I say, “spit into my hand for me.” You giggle a little as you do it – a strand of saliva connecting my hand to your mouth. I wrap my fingers around my cock and stroke it close to your face. You look up and smile broadly. “I love the way your dick looks baby,” you say as I hold and rub it only inches from your mouth. “Put your hand in your panties,” I tell you, “start rubbing your pussy for me.” I touch the head of my hard cock to your cheek. You let out a little moan as my skin touches yours. “You know I want to shove this into your throat, right?,” I ask as I spit into my own hand and rub it on your face. You take a sharp breath as I rub my head along your wet cheek. I look down and see your fingers working under the fabric of your panties. Your eyes close and your mouth opens as your rub yourself. I begin rubbing my cock freely along your pretty face and reach down with my free hand to fondle your breasts. You spread your legs further and push your fingers in deeper. “This is good,” you moan. I brush my head across your lips. Your tongue comes out to meet it and you lick a tiny drop of pre-cum from it. It makes you smile. I get more and more excited baby and need to do more than just rub my cock along your mouth. I gather your hair in my left hand and pull you head up straight. With my right I take you by the jaw and press myself into your mouth, feeling you – wet and warm – engulfing me as I push my hips forward into your face. I can see you looking up at me as I tip your head back with your hair. “Keep rubbing your cunt,” I hiss as my balls press against your chin. Your face is red and saliva bubble from the corners of your mouth. I pull my cock out – trailing long strands of spit – and wipe and slap it against your face as you sputter and gasp for air. Pulling your hair again I slide my cock in and grip your throat and jaw again. You work your tongue around me and I push in deep and hard. “Keep rubbing,” I say again as I grind myself into your face. I can feel you moaning around me as you play with your pussy and struggle to get more of my cock deeper into your face and throat. I look down on your face – read and wet – and feel my excitement build. I tug your hair to turn your head to one side so I can reach and hold your throat. I want to feel you gagging and I squeeze your neck in my hand as I fuck your face. You make wet gasping noises and my cock moves in and out. I am about to cum. I groan and hold myself hard against you – holding you in place by the throat and hair as I cum – keeping pressed far into you as you choke on the cock and cum in your throat. My body shudders and I empty myself into you. Finished, I pull out. You are gasping. Spit and cum are drooling down your chin. I wipe my cock – covered with cum and your thick spit – all over your face. Panting, I look down on you, “you look fucking beautiful,” I say – as I use my cock to move the mess from your cheeks and nose and chin into your mouth. Your tongue is out the lap the mess off my head. I drop to my knees between your thighs and push your legs apart with my hands. Your pussy glistens as your fingers continue to rub and dig inside. I want to eat you out. I want to make you cum with my mouth. I lean forward and spread you with my fingers. It’s so pink and wet. I plant my mouth onto your spread cunt and begin moving my tongue in and out of you – sliding it in as far as I can reach. Your head is back and your eyes close. I lap and suck on you. I feel your hands on the back of my head and your feet on my shoulders. I touch your asshole with my tongue and move it up along your to your clit – which I begin to lick and rub. Your hips are rolling into my face as I kiss you. Your mouth is set in a strange grimace, your lower lip sucked into your mouth – muffled squeaks and moan escape as I push my fingers inside you and begin stroking the top of your pussy while I work your clit with my mouth. The way you’re moving your hips is more emphatic now – up and down fast and hard against me. Your hand press my head forward. Your feet slip off my shoulders and wrap around my back, your heels digging into me – pulling me toward your cunt. I am feeding on you and your excitement – feeling your excitement build, feeling your body twist under my mouth, feeling your breath speed up, slow down, stop and then burst out in quivering yelps as you begin to tremble and cum. I feel your body melt into my face and I dig my tongue deep into your pussy. Your body begins to thrash as I twist my arms around your thighs and pull you wider apart and keep licking and kissing and sucking you as you cum – and cum – and cum. Your voice is one solid breathless tone as you slap and hit my head and grind your heels – kicking – into my back. I want to make you crazy, I want you to keep cumming until you can’t stand it any more. I want to feel your body go rigid with the torment of sex – until you’re in a frenzy of squeals and screams; and then – when my mouth is finally worn out on you baby, I pull away and slide back up beside you. My arms wrap around you. I feel your breaths in uneven gasps, I feel your body twitch and tremble and jerk. I pull you close and hold you tight. I kiss you. We stay like this for ages.

The ending is pretty critical. Otherwise it's just a really dirty and impossible story. I'm glad you liked it.

Thanks Sexy - i agree that it's a little different but also that it's hot.

From Pretty Dirty. ----------------------- You don’t seem to notice me as you bang into the bar beside me, leaning into me. It feels nice to have your bare arm against me. I try to gauge just how drunk you are. You smell good. Your lipstick is smeared and you touch it up in a hand mirror. You sit down on the stool and order a soda water. You glance over at me. “You assume I’m a lush, right?,” you ask me as you sip your drink. “The thought crossed my mind,” I tell you. “Nope,” you say, “I don’t drink. I’m just fucking horny as hell.” I lean back and take you in with my eyes. Your hair is red and straight and to your shoulders. Your face is pretty - but a little weary - or anxious maybe. Your skin is pale with freckles across your cheeks and nose. My gaze glides down your body. A blue v-neck t-shirt is tight and shows every curve. It doesn’t cover you stomach which looks white and soft. Your jeans are low and tight. I noticed how tight as I walked in. They’re frayed at the bottom where they cover you heels in flips flops. You lean back and arch your back - pushing your chest out at me. “Look all you want,” you say, “seriously, I am aching for sex right now. Let me know if you see anything you like.” You make me blush. But you’re also making me hard. What kind of person are you, I wonder, I mean are you a whore or something? If I take you up on things am I going to have to pay you? I sip my beer. “What’s your story?,” I ask. “I see plenty that I like but I don’t really understand where you’re coming from, you know?” You slide back onto your stool and face me. “I’m not a working girl if that’s what you’re thinking,” you begin. “Don’t you ever just want to have sex?,” you continue, “I mean really want to fuck? That’s how I’m feeling tonight. I just want to get laid and somehow it isn’t working out.” I look you up and down again. “I find that a little hard to believe,” I tell you, “you look awesome.” “But would you fuck me?,” you smile with an arched eyebrow. I reach out and touch your thigh and work my way up. “Yeah,” I nod, “I guess you could say that.” You take my hand and slide it between your legs. “Good,” you smile. You take my hand and pull me up - standing yourself as well. Your arms are around my waist kneading my ass. I reach for your chest. Your breasts are firm against my fingers. I see the bartender shaking her head as she watches. “We should go outside,” you say. I agree and follow you. The air is warm. It’s late and the streets are empty. We walk toward the beach holding hands awkwardly. Crossing the boardwalk - even at this hour - is an assault after the quiet streets we were on. I’m liking the way you look in the flashing lights though. In seconds we are across and over the seawall and the quiet returns. There are a few couples here and there walking along the beach, and a fire down at the northern end. We walk to the south where the beach is darkest. I cool breeze is blowing in, rustling the grass. You take off you sandals. “Let me ask you,” you say as we find a spot at the edge of the sand and the dune grass, “let me ask you - do you ever just want to fuck so bad that you can’t even believe it? I mean like you don’t even care who you fuck? Not that you’re not nice looking and all - but you know what I mean.” I watch in the moonlight as you pull off your shirt. Your nipples are high and hard. “You understand I’m not looking for love, right? I want a fuck. I want to feel it - do you understand me?” “Yeah,” I tell you, taking off my own shirt and stepping toward you. You reach out and slap me hard on the face. “And you’re not gonna get all pissy if I want to mix things up, right,” you say. My face burns but my dick is hard and my balls are tight. “That’s fine baby,” I begin. You stop me with another slap and spit squarely in my face. “I’m not your fucking baby. I just want to fuck. I want you to treat me hard and bad. I’m a fucking slut, do you get it? I want it bad.” I’m a little confused but the sight of you pushing your pants down clears my head. “Leave your fucking panties on,” I tell you, “I’ll let you know when they can come off.” I see your body tense for a moment and then relax as I tell you what to do. “Get on your knees,” I tell you. “Walk over to me on your knees.” You do until you are kneeling in front of me. “What are you fucking waiting for cunt? Get me fucking cock out and into your mouth.” Your hands tremble as you race to undress me. “You’re too fucking slow,” I say, and pull my own pants off. Naked I stand before you. “You were too fucking slow,” I say again, “now tip your head back.” When you do I spit down onto your face. I slap you with my cock. “You slow fucking cunt, am I gonna have to do everything myself?” “Take my cock into your fucking mouth,” i say. I wrap your red hair around my hands, balling them into fists and using them to pull your face against me. I can feel and hear you gagging on my cock. I push you away and then use your hair to pull you hard against me. “Keep sucking slut,” I say, “keep my fucking dick in your throat and suck.” I use your hair to keep your head still and begin shoving myself hard and fast and deep against you. I can feel your saliva dribbling down onto my balls as you struggle to breathe and suck me at the same time. I push you away again, down onto the sand. “Damn,” I say while stroking myself - looking down on your there in the sand, “you suck good baby.” You kick at me halfheartedly from your back. “I told you,” you say, “I’m not your fucking baby.” “Whatever,” I say, and reach for my clothes. “Wait! wait! wait!,” you say frantically, “what are you doing?” I stop. “Listen, if I want to call you ‘baby’ you’ll answer to ‘baby’; if I want to call you ’slut’ you’ll answer to ’slut’.” You begin to sit up. “I’m sorry you say, I won’t do it again.” I look at you there and want you. I drop my clothes. “You’d better not,” I say, beginning to stroke my wet cock. The moon is full and high and my eyes are accustomed to the light. I can see your face streaked with spit and tears from choking on my dick. “I want to see your pussy,” I say, pushing your legs apart with my foot. You slide your deep purply panties down your thighs, over your needs and around your feet. “Good, good,” I tell you, “now spread it nice and wide for me slut. I want to see you get all wet for me.” You shove two fingers and and begin stroking - it makes dirty wet sounds that make me even harder. “Let me see you slap that thing baby, let me see you slap your cunt.” You raise your hand and bring it down on your bare pussy. I see you tense and smile. “Do it again,” I tell you, “I want to see you get your little pussy all nice and wet and ready for my cock.” You almost coo as I speak and you slap. It looks so good that I want it. I drop to me knees and lean toward you. “Spread it open for me whore,” I demand. You use your fingers to open it up and wide. I spit against your cunt and then begin to eat you out. My tongue is inside you - deep - stirring up. I pull it out and kiss up your lips to your clit. As I lick and suck it I push to fingers into you and begin to stroke. You begin to moan and push your pussy against me, rocking your hips in my face. Your fingers are in my hair - pulling me toward you hard. Your ass is bouncing on the sand and your legs begin to wrap around my body - pulling me closer still. You begin to grown and growl and squeal and squeak and I move my hand and tongue faster. I feel you pussy clench and get much, much wetter as you begin to cum. You yank on my hair hard to pull me out from between your legs. “Goddamnit, fuck me,” you puff, “just get your fucking cock into me.” I spread you even wider and press my head against your lips - but not penetrating you yet. Your jerking and twisting and trying to get me into you. “What’s wrong slut - orgasm not good enough for you? You want my cock now too? You better fucking tell me how much you want it cunt.” Your hands are on your tits twisting them as you moan a whisper - “I want your cock,” you say, barely audibly. “That doesn’t cut it,” I say pushing in but then pulling right out. I begin rubbing it on your clit to keep you cumming. “I need to hear you say it cunt.” Your almost climbing me with your hips now, trying to get my cock into you. “I want it,” you say louder, “I fucking want your cock,” you say full and loud. “Where do you want it slut?,” I ask. “I want your fucking cock in my pussy, I want to fell it filling my cunt.” “That’s better,” I say, sliding into you. Your bode begins to tremble as I go into you. You pull yourself up and against me as we begin to fuck deep and hard. “And what,” I grunt, “do you want me to fill you with.” “Oh my god,” you say between moans, “I want you to fill me with your cum. I want to feel you filling me with your cum.” That’s the magic word. I begin pumping into your even faster and feel the cum flowing out of me and into you - making your even wetter and stickier. Your shriek as I cum, bucking your body beneath me, grunting unintelligible sounds and syllables. “You fucking like this slut,” I hiss in you ear as I finish, “you fucking like to feel me fill your cunt right up with cock and cum?” Your body shakes under me as you say yes. I pull out and reach between your legs, scooping the mess from between your legs. “Look what a dirty fucking cum slut you are,” I say, holding the mess over your face, “look what a filthy fucking cunt you are.” You moan as I let the mess drip from my fingers onto your pale face. I reach down and smear and grind the mess into your cheeks and lips and nose and chin. I force my wet fingers into your sucking mouth. I stand now and look at you there. You’re total mess but are smiling and breathing hard. “Look at you,” I say, what a fucking mess you are. I point my dick at your stomach, rising and falling, and begin to piss. You try to get out of the way but my stream follows you. “Give me a fucking break you fucking whore - I’m just trying to clean you off.” You settle down and let me finish. When I’m done I gather my clothes and get dressed. “I hope that was what you wanted,” I say as I walk away. Over my shoulder I see you collecting your things in the darkness and getting dressed. Back in the hotel I shower and get cleaned up. I hear your key in the lock. You walk in disheveled - still covered with sand. I close the door behind you and wrap my arms around you. “Oh baby,” I say kissing your, “oh my god I love you so much.” You smile. “Darling,” you say, “that was the best. Let me shower and then lets go to bed.” I sit in bed reading and waiting; waiting to hold you in my arms and to tell you how madly I love you.

Something for a summer night . . . You can read all my stories at Pretty Dirty (if you haven't already . . . ) ----------------------- You gave me the address - such as it is - to a house just outside of the city. You've told me about it before and sent me pictures but now I will be meeting you there and my excitement is intense. It takes me longer to get there than I'd hoped. It's smaller than I expected but with a lovely garden. As I walk up the drive I can hear you singing inside and my heart beats faster. I spring up the stairs and push open the door. You're there in the kitchen in a light white dress - sleeveless and just below your knees - your face breaks into a smile when you see me and you come to my open arms for me to hold and kiss. Your mouth is sweet and cool and our lips meet and our tongues touch. My arms are around your pulling your close and tight to my body. Your hands are on my head pulling my face to yours. I drop my hands to your ass and squeeze. You giggle and kiss me again. Neither of us are up for pleasantries though - it's been too long since we've been together and we need each other's bodies too much. You take my hand and almost skipping lead me to your bedroom. We fall onto the bed and into each other's arms - our mouths pressed together tightly and our tongues swirling. I pull my self away from you and pull my clothes off - quickly - and am back on you in your bed, kissing you again. My hands slide down your body, feeling your breasts through the thin cotton, moving down your sides and pulling your dress up to expose your panties. My hands are between your legs - pushing them apart - our mouths still together - I can hear you whimper as my hand presses against your pussy. My mouth moves to your cheek and then your throat. You are pulling your dress up - over your head and off - lying there in your bra and panties with my body pressed against you, my mouth sliding over your now bare skin. You slide the straps of your bra over your shoulders and pull your arms through. I flip the cups up and bury my face in your soft warm breasts - sucking and pinching your nipples. You press my face against you and tell me to kiss your breasts, to suck and bite them. I do it with pleasure. I can taste the slight salt of your sweat as I move my tongue around them - kissing and licking them all over - leaving them slick with my saliva. Resting my head on them to hear your heart beating - faster as you become more excited. "Kiss my nipples," I say as I roll off you onto my back. You kneel over me for a moment to unhook and take off your bra. You bend over and press your mouth against my left nipple - kissing it softly at first but soon licking it with your strong stiff tongue. Feeling your mouth on my makes my dick so hard for you - I just want to feel it inside you - sliding in and out of your slick wet pussy. You hold my nipple in your teeth and pull on it - biting and tugging on it and making me want you so badly. I put my hands on your head and push you down toward my aching dick. "Suck me, baby," I breath, "put my cock in your mouth," You kiss your way down my stomach and take my dick in your hand - drooling spit onto my head and stroking it with your hand as you lower your mouth around it. God your mouth is warm and wet as you open wide and take all of me in. It feels so good I could almost cum; but as excited as I am I want to spend time with you. My hands are on your head - pushing you down hard over me. I can feel and hear you gagging as you suck me deep and hard. I love the ways you make me feel. On the verge of cumming, I pull you off me. "Not yet baby," I pant, "I don't want to cum like this - not right away." You're breathless as you wipe your mouth with the back of you hand. "OK," you say, "I understand." You wriggle out of your panties and spread your bare pussy for me. "Look how wet I am for you baby," you say, pushing two fingers inside and taking them out for me to suck. I love the way you taste and clean them with my tongue. You smile as my tongue moves around and between your fingers. Your other hand is between your legs - rubbing and pressing on your clit. "Baby," you sigh, "can we go outside? I want to feel the grass on my back and the night air all around us." I smile - your fingers still in my mouth - and nod happily. We stand hand and hand and walk out into the warm twilight of the yard. You lead the way - a short walk from the house - and lower yourself into the grass, pulling me down with your hand. You lie back and pull me on top of you. We kiss and I slide a hand between your legs to feel how wet you are. I begin kissing my way down you - from your lips to your chin to your throat to your breasts to your stomach and finally to your pussy. You scoot your feet back and spread your legs wide. I press my mouth against your and push my tongue into you. You let out a happy sigh. "Oh my god I've missed this so much," you say as I lap you out. Your cross your legs over my back and use them to pull me closer to you. The soft skin around your pussy feels so good on my cheeks as I dig my tongue deep inside you. Your hands are on my head - fingers in my hair - pulling me against you. I move my mouth up to your clit and begin to kiss and lick you there - slipping my fingers back into you to stroke you inside. I can feel your body gently rocking as I paste your clit with my kisses. You begin to moan long and low as the daylight fades and crickets begin to chirp. My right hand moves to the back of your thigh - pushing it up and opening your wider. You draw both your legs back now and wrap your hands around them to pull yourself even more open for me. My face is wet with you and my saliva. The sucking sounds that come from between your legs are obscene and exciting and I eat you out. Your low moan becomes a series of loud breaths - wordless syllables in bursts as I bury my face against you and rub your inside with my fingers. Your body is so spread open for me. I can feel your pussy starting to tighten against my fingers as you begin to cum. I can feel your body jolt and go rigid and your orgasm takes hold. Your sounds grow loud and low and your whole body trembles - me still licking and rubbing you. "Go into me," you almost croak, "I need to feel you in me." I don't want to fuck you yet - I don't want to give up this moment, I don't want to stop kissing you and making your body shiver against my hand and face so I press myself against you harder, I push my fingers into you even deeper and I suck on your clit - rubbing it with the tip of my tongue as I draw it into my mouth. You begin to lift and drop your ass - your legs and hands wrap around my head as you rub yourself against my face faster and faster. "Please . . .," you say, "please . . ." but your words vanish into moans as your body keeps cumming. You begin thrashing on the grass beneath my mouth. Though your legs are still holding me your hands are trying to push me off you. I slide a third and then a fourth finger into you and push them in fast and hard. "Please," you're shouting, "please go into me - I want to feel you . . ." You spread your legs and I pull my face away from you - moving up to press my dick against your wet pussy. I hold your ankles together and push all the way into you. I can feel your pussy trembling and clenching against me as I pushing in and out of you. I am covered with sweat as we fuck. You're trying to talk but your words all end as moans or wails or sheiks or cries as I go deep and deeper into you. In the fading light of the day your face is a vision of beautiful agony. I push your legs apart and reach for your breasts as I continue fucking you. I move my face to yours as our bodies move and tremble together. Finally I can't wait, I push in fast and deep and stay just like that as I cum - filling you deep inside. My arms are around you now and yours around me. Your legs hold me tight and our mouths are pressed together. Breathless we roll onto our sides and kiss in the now moonlight. We're both totally spent but utterly happy beneath the bright and spreading stars.

I've noticed you so many times. At first it was the way I'd notice any woman - a quick glance and a smile; a warm feeling and happy thoughts. The fact that I saw you so often though - every morning on the train and most evenings too - made me notice you differently: the books you read, the outfits you wear, your changing hair, the smell of your shampoo and perfume - all the little details that make people special. Armed with these details, you become the stuff of fantasy for me. I imagine us in all kinds of situations - all dirty and all incredibly arousing. I imagine you on your knees, with my cock in your mouth looking up into my eyes as you suck me. I imagine lying between your legs - licking and sucking at your pussy while you buck and twist under my mouth. I picture your legs open and being between them - pushing my cock into you loving around in your body - feeling your squeeze me with your cunt - and cumming up inside you. These are the images and details that run through my mind as I think of you - and all the details of you. As much as I imagine - I have no idea how you sound. Though I see you every day I've never heard you speak - so it's a total shock to hear your voice, to here you say, "excuse me," and feel you tap on my shoulder. I turn slowly at first, not realizing it's you; but as I turn and see your bright eyes and curly hair surrounding your pretty face a smile spreads unbidden across my lips. "Yes," I say taking you in, "can I help you?" "Well," you begin, "it's kind of funny - I see you every day and I see the way you look at me and I get the feeling like maybe I know you or you think you know me or something?" I can feel myself blushing - my face starting to burn - "what? no, no," I stammer, "I'm sure I'd remember you if I'd met you before." You half-smirk and nod without saying anything - looking at me from the corners of your eyes - wrinkled with the strange smile on your face. "Well I'm glad you're so sure," you say, "I'm not though. I feel certain that I know you from someplace else - school maybe? An old job?" You're standing so close that I can breathe deeply and fill my senses with you - the look of your skin and hair, the smell of your shampoo and soap and perfume, the sound of your voice. You laugh like music and ask if I'm blushing. I try to deny it but the fact that you've seen me blush only makes me blush even more. I try to regain my composure by saying that I wished I remembered where we might have met - but all I can see are our naked bodies. My dick gets hard. "I see I'm having an effect on you," you say with a smile. "I thought you were staring at me awfully hard for a total stranger. Have you been jerking off to me?" Needless to say I am dumbfounded by your frankness. My face on fire, I slowly nod. "Really?," you say, "I've never met anyone that was that turned on by me." I regain my focus, "Wow," I say, "that's kind of surprising; you're beautiful." Now it's your turn to blush - but it is faint and passes quickly. The train arrives and we climb on. It's crowded so we can't continue our conversation. We stand close though and chat amiably until we reach the city. Impulsively I bend toward you and give you a kiss. Now we both turn red as we go our separate ways. I arrive at the station early - hoping to see you. I wait while one train after another boards until it begins to get late and I decide to call it a night. As I walk toward the train I see you running to catch up. Out of breath you pull along side me, "oh good," you pant, "I was afraid maybe I was going to miss you." "No such luck," I say, trying to sound as non-chalant as possible, "I guess we're meant to ride home together tonight." You shoot me a sidelong glance and smile. "I guess so," you agree. On the train we sit together. You slide down and put your knees on the back of the seat in front of us. When you do your skirt slides down, exposing your pale and fleshy thighs. I look between your legs and catch a glimpse of yellow panty. It makes me smile. "You like?," you ask. "I like," I say. Sitting up for a second you survey the car before slumping back down. You reach between you legs and begin to rub yourself through your panties - biting your lower lip and watching my face. I am transfixed as I watch your crotch darken as you get wet. "Conductor," I hiss, and you sit up straight and proper. We show him our passes. Spreading your legs again - but keeping your feet on the floor - you reach up your skirt. "Do you want to taste my pussy?," you whisper, withdrawing your hand. I am speechless as you bring your hand to my face, your fingers slick and glistening with the wet from inside you. My tongue and lips play over your fingers - licking and kissing and sucking them clean. You smile as my mouth draws in your hand. "You have a good mouth," you say, "I'd like to feel it more sometime." "No time like the present," I suggest; but you shake your head - saying nothing - as other passengers pass by to exit the train. "Not here," you whisper, "when we get off - how close are you to the station?" I tell you about 10 minutes. "My place then, it's a five minute walk." We spend the rest of the now interminable ride with you feeding me your wet fingers and me stroking my cock through my pants. When we get to the station we virtually run to your place. You're fumbling with the keys - nothing can happen fast enough. Finally we make it inside and upstairs to your door. More keys and more waiting leave us both aching for each other. We tumble into the dark and each others arms. Our mouths come together and our tongues explore. You push me back and turn on the lights. "Get undressed for me," you say - an edge in your voice, "I want to see you naked." I have no problem with that and quickly strip. You walk around me, running your hand over my body - petting and caressing and squeezing. "Very nice," you say, reaching for my dick, "very nice." Giving my dick a yank, you tell me to come with you. I follow you into your bedroom. "Be a doll and lie down for me now," you say. I stretch out on the bed on my back. "I want to feel that mouth of yours - you still game for eating me out for a while?" "Yes," I say, "I want to taste you more." "Excellent," you say, climbing up onto the bed and standing over me. Using the wall for balance you pull your panties off but leave everything else on. Holding your skirt up - you lower yourself onto my face - facing me so I can see your face. You sit with all your weight on my face - your pussy spreading over my mouth - my tongue burrowed deep inside you. "Don't touch your cock," you tell me as you grind against my face, "I want your hands on my ankles so I know where there are." My dick and balls are aching but I obey. I hold your legs as you push down against me harder. Every gasping breath I am able to take fills my mouth with your smell and wet. Your flesh envelopes me as you smear your cunt on my face. Your drop your skirt over my head. I can see you bracing your arms on the wall through the gauzy fabric. With the added leverage you grind against me harder. It is hot and airless under your skirt and the pressure on my face is almost to much. I can tell by the way you're moving though that your excitement is building. Your movements against my mouth get faster and more intense - then suddenly slow and small and very deliberate until they are almost microscopic. I can't hear your breathing - just a long moan and you flick your clit and pussy against me - your legs and pussy quivering as you cum against my face. You stay like this - rigid and cumming - on my face for minutes - moving only slightly from time to time to keep the sensation going. Finally, with a final shudder, you press down hard on my face one final time and swing your leg over me. I gasp for air - my face is red and slick and wet from eating your and the pressure of your cunt on my face. "Sit up," you say. "That was pretty good - really good even. Your mouth made me cum a bunch of times. Did you like having me cum on you like that?" "Yeah, I did," I say, "I loved it." "Good," you say, "then we can do it again." Looking down at my straining cock you smile. "Now I suppose you'd like to cum as well, wouldn't you?" "Yes," I say, "I really want to cum - my balls are killing me." You screw your face up, "sorry to hear that - here's the deal though: you can't touch me." "I can't touch you?," I repeat. "No," you say, "You may masturbate on me but no touching. Where would you like to cum?" This conversation has caught me off guard. "It was your face I noticed first," I begin, "so I'd like to cum on your face - like you came on mine." You smile, "Okay, that sounds reasonable - just remember: no touching." You lay on the bed now and I kneel beside you, looking down at your pretty face as I spit into my hand and begin stroking. You smile up at me as I get more and more excited. "Let me feel it," you say, "let me feel your cum running down my cheeks, let me feel it on my lips, let me taste it in my mouth." Your hands are between your legs again as I kneel up higher over you. "Please let me have some cum," you say breathlessly as you begin to cum again yourself. It's all too much. I begin to cum onto your face. The first spurt crosses your right cheek and the bridge of your nose. I turn slightly and have the second and third one cross your mouth and chin. I continue to cum - covering your face as your tongue licks your lips and your fingers come up from your pussy to wipe the rest into your mouth. I fall to the bed beside you - careful not to touch - and tell you that I can't believe what we've done. Both our faces are covered with each other's cum. "Is that the kind of thing you've imagined when jerking off to me?," you ask. "No," I say, "that was a thousand times better." "Good," you tell me, "maybe we ought to make it a regular thing." I smile, my eyes closed and my breath slowly returning to normal. "I would like that very, very much."

I wake up beside you. My wrists and arms - my shoulders especially - still ache a little from having been pulled behind me. I loved fucking you like that. I loved the way you teased me and used me - rubbed your tits and pussy in my face - let me kiss and lick your clit and asshole - squatted down on my dick and fucked me. I sit up to look at you sleeping - so peacefully; a slight smile on your lips. I makes me thing of how I woke you the other day - pressing my dick against your lips and having you suck me off - that was good. I look at the way you are lying - your back to me, you right leg straight, your left leg bent. I want to see you body so I pull the light sheet back. The curve of your body from sweetly sleeping face to your long neck - following your shoulder to your waist - up your hip and along your thigh to your knee - down your curving calf to your narrow ankle and arched foot with such pretty painted toes. I could look at you like this all night long. The way you're lying there spreads your ass and shows your pussy. Seeing you like this makes my cock get hard. I reach down and begin to absently stroke myself again - thinking of what we've done and will do again. Looking at your ass makes me think of how it felt and tasted when I kissed it earlier. It makes me want to fuck you there. My dick gets harder. I get out of bed and come back with with some lubricant and pour some onto your ass. The cold wakes you as my finger begins pushing against your asshole. You begin to turn toward me but I push you back down. "You had your fun," I say, "now it's my turn." I press you into the bed and push your legs apart - rubbing my wet hand around your asshole and pussy. You press back against it and begin rubbing yourself against me. I wrap my hands around your hips and lift your ass into the air. I kneel behind you and press my dick against your asshole. You turn your head to look at me as I press harder against you until it slips inside you ass. You moan as I move into you. It feels great. Your ass is so tight that I have to push in hard but slowly - dribbling lube onto myself as I go in. You sigh as I go deeper - spreading your ass with my dick - your sigh turns into a moan and then a cry and then a yelp as I push all the way into you - my balls resting against your pussy. We stay like that - just enjoying the sensation of me filling you. I hold your waist tightly and pull you back against me - pushing my hips against your ass. As I move in and out of you - rubbing my dick along the rim of your asshole - you cry loud; but the sounds you're making are muffled by the mattress as you bury your face in the bed. You look so good like this - your body pressed down into the bed, your ass held high and trembling as I push into it harder and faster now. It's so wide and white. I raise my hand and slap it hard, leaving a red mark. "Move you ass," I hiss, slapping you again, "move your fucking ass against me like a fucking whore." Now you're push back against me - slowly at first and then faster - meeting me with a loud slap each time our bodies connect. I reach around to rub your pussy. It's dripping. I slide two fingers in and move them around as I fuck your ass. I use my thumb to press and stroke your clit. You shove and twist yourself against me - moaning long and loud into the bed now as our bodies come together. I'm hoarse and breathing heavily now, my heart is pounding and sweat is rolling down me as I rub and fuck and slap you. Your breaths are loud and low and fast and rough. I can feel your pussy beginning to twitch around my hand - your ass is squeezing too. I am pushing in harder now - with all my weight, all my force - violating you deep. You're squealing and whimpering and cumming now - pinned to the bed by my cock. Your knees give way and you slide forward and down - flat onto the bed - pulling me down with your - held tight in your ass. I have my hands on your shoulders for leverage and fuck your faster and harder and deeper until I an ready to cum along with you. I shove in hard again - deep - and feel my cum flow out and into you - filling your ass, Your whole body is rigid now - your grinding your cunt against my hand and finger - shivering, trembling, shuddering, cumming. While I cum I pull out and let some spray onto your pink and swollen pussy - onto my fingers that I am pushing in and out of your - smearing my cum on your lips and inside you. I slap your ass again and feel your pussy squeeze on my when I do. It's covered with red hand prints. I pull my hand out of your. It's a mess - a mix of my cum and your wet. I roll your on your back and kiss your mouth. You strong tongue is in my mouth - probing and filling it. I love it. I pull my mouth away and bring my messy hand to your face and you open your mouth for it. I push my fingers in for your to suck clean. I'm spent - and you are too - I lie next to you and wrap my arms around you. We're both breathing hard as we slowly fade back to sleep.

I am working on the second part of this story today - or perhaps it's better thought of sequel. My collaborator and I have a bit of work to do to get it all finished but I quite like it so far.