I Want… #16

I want you to look at my cock. Gaze at it. Stare at it. Take in every detail. I want you to watch the way it trembles, my cockhead bobbing with each pulse of my heartbeat, as the blood surges in, making me harder, thicker, longer.

I want you to notice how it leans slightly to my left, perhaps naturally, perhaps from years of self-pleasure. I want you to follow the line of it with your eyes, from the taut roll of foreskin, pulled back over the bulge of my glans, down to the soft curly hair around the base of my shaft. I want you to look at the swollen pinky purple glossy head, a smudge of moisture at its tip.

I want you to spread your legs, and touch yourself. I want you to look at my cock, and tell me how you’ll touch it first. Maybe with your hands, maybe your mouth. Perhaps both. I want you to tell me how you’ll pleasure me – will you stroke me slowly, suck me gently or wank me hard and fast until you can stand it no longer and have to have me inside you.

I want you to imagine how it will feel when I push your moist lips apart and slip my full length inside you, filling you with foreign flesh, hot, rigid, violating you but becoming part of you. A welcome intruder into your core, fucking you, filling you, coming insde you, my seed oozing from your cunt.

I want you to look at my cock. It’s yours. I want you to have it.

HNT #3

Well, okay so it’s technically Monday. But do I look like I care?

Silver

You emailed me, and told me you were feeling hot. You want to come, need to be satisfied.

So here I am, knocking on your office door.

You answer it with relief an excitement, hurrying my through the door, scanning the corridor to see whether anyone noticed my arrival. Then you close the door behind me, pull down the blinds on the windows, turn the key in the lock and turn to face me.

You reach up, kiss me, and put your hands on the back of my neck, pulling me down to you. I kiss you back, hard, and then pull back, smiling at you. “Hello”. I say. You smile, excitedly.

“Undo your trousers and take them off”.

You stop, unsure for a second, and then quickly do as you are told, unbuttoning your jeans and letting them drop to the floor.

I stand looking at you, bare legs, small blue thong barely covering your pussy, buttoned top revealing a hint of cleavage and a sliver of your green bra beneath.

“Sit down”, I tell you, “and spread your legs”.

You sit, legs open wide, waiting for me to utter my next request. You start to lift your top, expecting that I want it off, but I tel you to stop. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Don’t you want to see me topless?”, you respond, brow furrowed. “Of course”, I reply calmly. “But you will undress how and when I tell you”.

I pull a chair from the corner of the room, turn it around with the back facing you, and sit astride it, arms crossed and legs apart. I watch you, you’re nervous with anticipation and not sure what to do. You twiddle your hair between your fingers and your knees begin to move together. “Keep your legs open so I can see your pussy”, I remind you, and you spread them for me again, the fabric of your thong tight and strained as it stretches over your pussy, and then disappears beneath you.

“Put your hand down your panties, but do not touch yourself yet”.

You slip your hand into the tiny thong; it barely covers your fingers. I stare at you, drinking in the sight of you, half naked, fingers deep in you panties, legs spread and obeying my every word. My cock is rock hard by now, and I unbutton my own jeans, drawing down the zip of my fly, and easing out my erection, which I begin to stroke.

Your eyes are following my every move, widening as I bring out my cock. I can see you want to touch it, suck it, fuck it. But not yet.

“You want this” – partly a question, partly a statement. You nod gently. “Are you wet enough for it? Feel yourself and tell me”.

Your shoulders drop with relief, and your plunge your fingers deeper into your underwear, running them between you moist lips which respond to your touch, swelling and oozing.

You close your eyes momentarily, but I snap you back to me: “Well?”. You look up and nod “yes, I’m ready, you should fuck me now. I need you to fuck me”. I smile, still stroking my ever hardening cock. “All in good time. You aren’t anywhere near ready yet”. And I reach into the breast pocket of my coat.

I take the polished silver dildo from my coat pocket, and play with it, feeling the weight in my hands. It’s longer than my cock, slightly narrower, with ridges every 2-3 fingerwidths along its length, and small bumps covering its surface. I turn it over in my hands, and then walk over and place it on the desk beside you. It glints in the light, sparkling at you. You stare at it, transfixed, momentarily ignoring my
own shaft as I walk back to my seat.

“Take off your top” I instruct, and you eagerly peel off the clumsy jumper, revealing your last remaining item of clothing other than your thong. The emerald push-up bra has a clasp at the front, and is decorated with tiny gemstones. It pushes your firm, small but ample breasts together. I nod approvingly, continuing to stroke my erection, and then tell you to undo the clasp.

You flick the small fastening apart, and the cups immediately drop away. Even from across the room, I can see how hard your nipples are. “Touch them”, I tell you, and you pull your hand from your thong and begin to rub and caress your breasts. You roll your nipples between your fingers, and start to moan gently as your arousal heightens.

Occasionally you glance across to the gleaming silver on the desk, but then remember that I am in control, and try to be patient. I sit, enjoying my own private erotica show, but decide I want more.

“It’s time. Pick it up.”.

You stop caressing your chest, and look up at me, blinking. I look at the crotch of your panties, a dark patch spreading through them as your moisture oozes into them. You reach across, trying to be graceful, but snatch the solid chrome dildo like a child in a playground. Your expression is of delight, as the thick cool rod feels weighty in your hands. You turn it over, examining the small bumps and ridges, until I speak again.

“Now, fuck yourself with it. Leave your knickers on. Make sure I can see, everything”.

You run the dildo into your mouth, and let your saliva run down its length. Then you reach down below the seat, and pull the lever, the chair rocking back and locking in a more laid-back position. Then you reach between your wide-open legs and pull the small strip of material to the side, revealing your beautiful flower for me.

As you slip the dildo into your cunt, the cool metal makes you take a sharp intake of breath. It feels cold, smooth, hard and as each bump and ridge slips between your lips, you breath in deeper and deeper. Soon, the full length is inside, and you start to stroke it in and out of your dripping hole. Your other hand is on your pussy, holding aside your tiny thong and rubbing your pink hard clitoris. You begin to moan, your breathing is quicker and as you fuck yourself harder you lean back and open your legs wider, spreading your lips for me so I can see them being pulled back and forth as the long rod slips in and out of you.

“Come, I want you to come” I instruct, and you move the dildo faster. I stand up and walk over to you, and as you fuck your self hard and harder, juices running along and dripping off the metal shaft, your eyes track my cock, hard and thick, red cockhead swollen and shiny. As I approach you my waist is at your head height, and your mouth is already open, so when I tell you “suck my cock, eat me, let me fuck your mouth” you’re already drooling.

I slip my length between your lips and you close them around me, tongue running along the underside as the sticky drops oozing from my tip roll onto it. You start to move your head back and forth, leaving a trail of bubbles along my shaft as you suck my cock and fuck your wet cunt with the metal dildo.

I fuck your mouth, harder and harder, taking a handful of your hair and ramming my cock into your throat. As you suck me harder and faster I thrust in and out of you, and the silver rod glides in and out of your cunt. I look down, taking it all in, your tits bouncing with the movement of your body, my hard shaft slipping in and out of your mouth and your slick cunt being fucked and fingered by your own hands.

I start to feel my come rising up inside me, and wonder where I want to come on you. Finally I can’t take it, and as my knees buckle, I feel my balls spasm. My come spurts into your mouth, and rolls across your tongue, hot sticky and gooey. I pull my cock out of your mouth, and my streams of spunk drip onto your chest, running down your stomach in slow thick rivulets gathering in your belly button. You’re still fucking yourself when I slip my cock back into your mouth, and your lips close around it, tongue flicking the base of my cock-head and sending shivers up my spine, making me grab for the chair to keep my balance. My come is oozing from your lips, running down your chin, but you ignore it and lick and suck my length, steadying the base of my shaft with one hand, thrusting the silver rod into yourself with the other.

You’re covered in me, and now I want you, so I reach down and bat your hand away from between your legs. The dildo is deep inside you, and I grasp the end lifting and pushing it further into you. You hand grabs my wrist, and you hold me as I push the hard cold steel in and out of you – until with one stroke I slip it out of you, splattering drips across the floor. I toss the dildo away, it clatters on the floor and rolls into the corner but I’m already between your thighs, oblivious to the toy as I brush my glans along your soft wet cleft and then it slide fully into your hungry cunt.

I stroke in and out of you, slowly at first, and then lifting your hips up in the air with your legs wrapped around my waist I speed up my thrusts until the whole chair is sliding back and forth on its castors. You grip me tight with your legs, and as I support your raised hips with on hand, my other is on your stomach and chest, massaging my come into your soft gleaming skin, leaving trails in the creamy thinning spunk which is starting to go sticky on you. By now the room is just a haze for you, all you can feel is the heat and hardness of my cock slipping in and out of you, your muscles gripping and spasming as waves of climaxes flow over you again and again.

Then, it becomes too much and you scream out, muscles shuddering and spasming, body writhing and convulsing, my cock milked of the last drops of my earlier orgasm as your cunt grips and squeezes it from all sides. And then you drop back onto the chair, slipping off my shaft, a messy cocktail of sweat and half-dried spunk shimmering across your chest and belly.

I walk over to the silver toy, still stroking my cock as it softens, enjoying the silky feel of my skin soaked in your juices. I bend and pick it up, before placing it on the desk, pulling on my jeans, and heading out of the door, leaving you on the chair, almost naked, spread open and fucked, breathing gently as the world slows down the carousel around you.

Marked

My cock feels hot against your cool, soft hands. It’s gently beating, pulsating as you hold it. Your fingertips push through my soft hair and slip under my balls, which roll and twist at your unexpected touch. The baby-smooth skin of them is pliable and loose, and you cup them, feeling their weight, appreciating their contents, anticipating its release, perhaps over your tits, possibly into your mouth and across your face, or maybe spread across your  pussy and knickers. Or
perhaps, if you want, deep inside you, filling your core…

First, I take a handful of your hair and roughly push your head down to my lap. “Take it in your mouth. Suck it, every last inch”, I tell you. At the same time my arm is around you, pulling your skirt up, hitching it around your hips.

As your lips close around my cock, and it jumps and throbs against your tongue, my hand slips down over your pussy, cupping it at first, fingers running across the silky material. Then I’m pushing harder, pressing the silk between your lips, moisture soaking through to my fingertips. Your legs open instinctively, urging my finger and hand further between them, wanting to be fingered while your head bobs up and down in my lap, sucking and licking my large, thick, hard erection. You caress my balls, fondling them and cupping them in your hands and then taking the base of my shaft btween thumb and forefinger, directing my cockhead deep into your throat.

As I continue to fuck your mouth, your hot breath across my navel, I pull your top up and over your head. You are bra-less, and my hand is straight to your breast as your mouth returns to engulf my cock after its brief pause. You’re gagging, taking more of me than you can manage, desperate to have me deep in your mouth, tongue flicking and squirming across my hard flesh.

My hand cups and squeezes your nipple, twisting it hard causing you to draw in breath, and my other hand darts inside your panties, finally touching your pussy directly, fingers pushing straight between your wet folds of skin, first two, then three, then all four fingers shoved hard and deep into your soaked cunt, fucking you with my hand, and fucking your mouth.

I roll you over, and pull you onto you knees on the sofa beside me. You’re still sucking and licking my cock, mind focused no nothing but the thick hot hard rod of flesh between your lips. I pull your hips up so your arse is in the air, and pull your skirt up over your hips. I can see the ‘Y’ of your thong and pull it down, dropping it to your bended knee. Then my arm is around your thigh, fingers straight back into your pussy, fucking you again from behind. You move your knees apart and you’re kneeling, being fucked in your mouth and fucked from behind by my hand, your naked top leaning over me, breasts brushing over my thighs as they swing with your back and forth movement.

You swing forward, and my cock drives deeper into your mouth, and back driving my fingers deeper into your cunt. All the while I’m cupping and squezing your tits and massaging your back. Then, as I feel my knees begin to tremble and my thigh muscles begin to tighten, I pull my fingers from your cunt and push your head from my lap.

“Kneel down on the floor” I instruct, and push you from the chair to the floor. You kneel, legs spread wide, skirt hitched up around your hips, leaning back against the chair. I stand, and put my feet either side of you, standing astride you so my groin is pushed into your face. I take your hair in my hand, and guide my cock into your mouth with my other, and look down at you.

You’re mine, submissive, doing all I say, kneeling for me, topless, my hard cock sliding in and out of your mouth, legs spread, skirt around your hips, wet pink cunt dripping on the floor.

I build up my speed, fucking your mouth harder and fatser, your hands gripping my hips and driving my deeper into your throat. I feel my stomach knot, and my balls lift, and my hips buck, and as you feel it too you pull my cock deeper into your mouth and flick and caress it with your tongue. And then I come, first spurt causing you to choke on the hot sticky mess sprayed into the back of your throat. As the second load sprays, I pull back out of your mouth and it streams across your lips and cheeks, dripping off your chin.

The third stream splashes onto your tits, the heat searing them as the globules of spunk run down and drip off your nipples. I’m nearly spent, but the last strings of my come drip onto your belly and skirt, splattering your thigh.

I’m not touching you, but while I mark you as mine, covering you with my hot white sperm, your cunt spasms with your own orgasm. I swirl my mess into your cheeks, your tits, everywhere with my cock head, and then stand back to admire you, covered in me, slowly massaging it into yourself and licking your fingers.

Valentine

No champagne. No card. No fluffy teddy bears or diamonds. No expensive restaurant, theatre trip or night in beside the roaring fire. No red cliched lingerie.

All you’ll get from me tonight is my tongue lavished on your pinkest parts, flicking and sucking you, drinking from your lovely cup, fucking you with my tongue and my fingers, taking you to heights of pleasure you never thought possible, and holding you there in a dreamy blur of licking and lapping. Your eyes will close, your legs will wrap around my head, and your body will writhe, spasm and shudder with every wriggle and squirm of my tongue against your cunt.

If you desire I will slip my cock into your mouth and you can suck it and taste me. Or if it takes your fancy, I will fuck you, stroking my thick hard cock in and out of your depths until you scream my name. I will do whatever you wish, whatever will take you to that other place, blurred and with soft edges.

But no red roses.

That, I can promise.

Your Turn

I regain my composure, legs still buckling from the intensity of my orgasm and the bolts of electricity you sent shuddering through my body as you flicked your tonge around my cock-tip and cleaned up the last remnants of my come, gobbling it down greedily.

By the time I open my eyes and the room stops spinning, you’ve moved away and are sitting back in the large chair across from me. I admire your form – tall, slim, curvy, your long slender stocking-clad legs stretched out and spread wide apart, inviting me between them. The small black triangle of silk covering your pussy, thin string straps leading high over your firm hips and disappearing behind you. Your arms are open, gently laying on the arm-rests, hands flat with your palms facing upwards – I can just see the light glisten on them, traces of where you held my slippery lubricated cock and guided it between your soft pink lips. Your black finely-decorated bra contrasts against the ivory pale skin of your chest, covering it, but not really hiding anything, your hard erect brown-pink nipples pushing and poking through the lace, desperate to be touched, licked, sucked.

My jeans are still open wide, buttons pulled apart and belt flicked open, from where you took me in your mouth moments ago. My thick firm cock hangs between the open denim, swollen, not erect but not soft, pulsating from your tender touch.

I drop to my knees, my face inches from your navel, hot breath causing you to tingle as you wait expectantly, and then I kiss your stomach lightly, brushing my lips across the surface, feeling your warmth and the bumps on your skin raise to my touch. I put my hands on your knees and push them wider apart, your pliable form allowing me to take you just how I want. My thumbs press into your thighs, gripping them hard, and I feel the wave rush through your body; you’re nearly coming already and I have barely touched you – the heat of my spunk splattering across your tongue and chin, dripping down onto your cleavage, was nearly enough to bring you to orgasm earlier on.

Now I reach forward, unclipping the clasp at the front of your bra, flicking the lace cups aside and revealing your gorgeous breasts. With my touch you lean forward slightly, moving upright and pushing your chest into my hands. I cup them, loving the way the roseate points press into my palms, squeezing their full swell and running my finger along the line where they meet your ribs. Then as I grip and knead one in my hand, I take the other in my mouth, licking at first, long sweeping curves with my tongue, and then kissing, sucking and biting, gripping your hard points between my teeth, twisting them between finger and thumb. You twist, shudders and spasms running through your entire body, hips rising to push your pelvis against my chest, leaving a trace of dampness through your soaked panties.

I move my kisses down from your chest, still holding one breast in my hand, as my trail of kisses leads across your smooth stomach, and to the line of your knickers. Your hips rise again, desperate for the touch, pushing the black sheer mound to my face. I trace a line with my finger starting on your hip and following the top of your knickers, all the way to the centre right below your belly-button, and then hook my finger in the rim of your panties and pull them down, to reveal your smooth shaven mons. As I lift and drag the material down, the strings roll down your hips and over your thighs. You lift your legs and bring them together, hips raised off the chair as I pull the tiny panties down and then flick them off your toes and onto the floor. You drop back into your chair and open your legs wide for me again, spreading yourself and presenting me with your pink wet glimmering cunt, ready for me to eat.

And then my mouth is upon you, kisses and licks caressing the swell of your sex, hot breath across your bare pussy. You writhe and twist, the intensity of the touch almost too much after such a long and protracted build-up. I’m greedy, no longer tender and slow, but eager and frantic, licking and sucking your soft pink folds of flesh, relishing the drips and pools of your juices, pushing my tongue between your swollen labia causing you to squirm as I fuck you with my tongue. Both my hands are on your sex now, and your own fingers move to your chest, twisting and rubbing your nipples, raising the intensity.

I pull you open with my fingers, and fully lick you in one strong sweep from arse to pussy, my strong tongue pushing between your cunt-lips and dragging flicking under the hood of your clit. I lap you up, smooth strokes of my tongue along the length of your cleft, feasting eagerly, struggling for breath as I push my whole face deeper into your cunt, serving only to heighten my arousal. I can feel the hot blood pumping back into my cock, it throbs with a full erection again, straining against my jeans and wanting to be inside you again.

My fingers slip into you, first one, then two, a third and then all four of them deep in your cunt, your muscles clenching and spasming aroun them and your hips twisting as I hand-fuck you. My tongue flicks and licks your clit, wide-open lips pressed against your pussy, spreading my saliva and your juices up to your stomach in a wet sticky pool. I thrust in and out between your legs with my fingers, feeling you deep inside as you become more and more turned on. Your hips begin to buck as you struggle to keep still, wanting me to push harder but unable to stay still. Your legs are up on my shoulders now, knees crossed and ankles on my back, pulling me into you harder. Your hands are on my head, forcing my face harder between your legs, urging every millimeter of my tongue into your hungry cunt.

And then, I feel it start to rise in your core, your moans becoming cries, nearly screams, and I double my efforts, licking and ficking your clit and labia, pushing my fingers deeper into your cunt, slipping my other hand beneath your bottom and sliding my finger into your arsehole. That final intrusion pushes you over the edge and you explode over me, shuddering spasms of your orgasm surging through your body, gushing spurts of your juices running into my mouth. Quivering hips out of control, twisting and writhing around my head. You shout out, calling my name through clenched teeth, and beg me to fuck you as the tremors of your climax begin to subside, replaced with an insatiable urge for my cock to be deep inside you. I stand and lift you onto the bed, laying you back gently while you repeatedly tell me to fuck you. I take my cock in my hand, and move towards you, preparing to do as you ask…

HNT #2

Since the last one was well-received, I’ll have another go.