True Awakening

July 29, 2019 - by: Kat

Erotic fiction inspired by Hayli Sanders in “My Afternoon Dreams 2

When I come home from work, I often catch my roommate pleasuring herself on the couch while she sleeps. It’s always at the same time every afternoon. I rarely see her fall asleep in her own bed, but I'm sure it also happens at night. It doesn’t bother me. In fact, I find it quite entertaining, not to mention arousing.

I’m not sure if she knows that I’ve seen her. I don’t know if she even knows she does it. But seeing her like that makes it difficult to hide my attraction towards her. And when she is awake, she finds it comfortable to be around me, wearing next to nothing. There's a strange unspoken chemistry between us, a constant build of sexual tension. Sooner or later, I feel it may explode.

I hear her awaken when I’m already in my room, and it seems like it's just at the point of climax but not all the way through. That must be torture. I'm sure her body is pent up with lust. I know mine is.

One afternoon, I come home, and just as I expect, she is playing with herself in her sleep. I go to my room as always, to give her privacy. But my mind races with heated thoughts. I wonder, what in the world is she dreaming about to make her so horny?

My knees weaken just listening to her soft sexy moans through the wall. I'm enthralled by the glimpse of her delicate fingers stretching her tiny tank top, revealing those beautiful breasts and perky pink nipples. She has the cutest panties on, too. There's a little kitty print right over her pussy. It's unbearably sexy. It makes my mouth water.

I undress quietly and lie on my bed. My curiosity quickly morphs into lust. My skin tingles, imagining myself climbing on the couch and carefully positioning my face between her legs. I would love to kiss her fingers softly as they press her mound. Then, move them out of the way for my tongue to play.

My own busy fingers head straight to my pussy while I imagine kissing that cute little kitty on her panties. I'd tuck my tongue right under it and lightly bounce her clit up and down, drenching the cotton with my hungry mouth. I’d suck softly on it, whirl my tongue around it like it's the melting tip of a delicious lollipop.

My eyes press tightly closed, sheer arousal glowing all over my skin. I picture her gorgeous thighs shivering across my cheeks as she thrusts her hips up and down. I can almost taste her pussy pulsing in my mouth.

I'm so wet and aching to cum. I slide my fingers between my drenched lips and reach for my G-spot, pressing it as I moan softly. I pump my fingers hard while my other hand grips my thigh, holding myself open to my own pleasure. I fuck myself faster, my head swimming in lust. I'm so close, my fingers can barely go through my tightening hole. I have to raise my pelvis and grind my hand to get deeper. The leverage is just enough to let me pass over the edge, falling into a sweet blissful climax.

As my eyes open, I catch a glimpse of my roommate's face peeking through my door. I probably didn't realize how much noise I was making, and now she's wide awake. For the first time, she catches me self-pleasuring. I don't bother covering myself. I lick my lips and curl my sticky finger at her, inviting her to come in.

Her pretty lips curve to a dazzling smile as she undresses at the door. My pussy throbs all over again, looking at her enticing figure. She climbs on top of me and at first, we just look at each other with great intensity. Like we're having a deep silent conversation. Telling each other how we feel with just eye contact. I don't think words could describe such a thing right now.

I caress her back and part my lips, beckoning her to lean down and kiss me. Our tongues touch as our lips meet in a wild wet kiss. That delectable mouth of hers is honey sweet. I've always wondered how she would taste. And the reality of her lips on mine surpasses my imagination.

I feel her pussy slide across my lap and I press mine firmly on her wetness. She leans me back and wraps my legs around her waist, making our pussies press in tight heat. I find the sweetest spot on us both and stay on it like a target. We grind slowly, letting our bodies lock together like puzzle pieces. Her plump breasts and rock-hard nipples feel amazing, overlapping on mine.

I grip her bottom tightly and clench my stomach in as my body shakes in pleasure. I moan and whimper into her mouth, teetering closer to my peak. Her body tells me she's definitely close, too. Her pussy is so wet, it feels like a thick wet tongue sliding up and down my clit.

I push and pull, trying to get as much friction as possible. She arches her back in pleasure, holding me closer. She slides on my pussy firmly. Up and down like a sexy seesaw. Wetness leaking and dripping. Momentum building between us. Our screams muffled in each other's mouth as pleasure pulses through us. My climax shakes me from clit to core. And hers feels like an internal explosion of tremors. I give her bottom lip a sexy nibble as I grind every last pulse out of her, down to that last sweet press.

Our eyes open and we stare at each other again. The intensity is now subdued to a soft mellow tone. Although we settle in the calm, something drastic has changed between us in an instant. We were just roommates, and now out of nowhere, our friendship is transformed into something more.

I'm not going to speak about it. I will not ask any questions right now, and risk breaking this beautiful mood. But I have so much to say. In her sleep, I'm sure she is wrapped up in lubricious dreams. She has no idea of the things I'm about to do, in turning those dreams into a reality.


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The Woods Are Watching

July 22, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Libby in “Libby Love

Some go into the woods to hear themselves talk. Libby goes to listen. 

The trees are restless. Anxious leaves whisper sweet nothings. Libby obeys and dresses down to a pure white floral bodysuit. Still, the maples and oaks stir. The garden’s gatekeepers insist on a more ancient dress code. Libby strips naked.

Beauty, meet nature. 

How is it Libby does not seem out of place amidst a lush greenscape? The human form is the peak of evolution. Her brown eyes, supple breasts, nibbly ears, and cute little butt cheeks are the embodiment of perfection. 

Men were made a little lower than the angels. But not Libby. 

Libby finds a rock to spread out on. The woods are watching as her hands trace over her body. She will not resist that fundamental urge. Her body is also a part of nature. And she listens. 

The blue sky, the soft breeze, and the feel of the stubble of hairs above her clit leave her with a stirring sensation that swells up from the inside. 

Her wet folds curve up like petals. Her labia are in bloom. She leans over on the rock and stretches her feet out well beyond the width of her shoulders, exposing a glow of pink like an azalea. 

Nature cannot be pornographic. 

Libby presses her clit with a firm gentleness. Her paired fingers orbit around her clit. Then she curls them up inside her. As long as she has two fingers, she will never feel emptiness. She sweats through the inevitable cycle until everything collapses.

Lust is but a spark in an otherwise dark universe.


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Grab My Handlebars

June 30, 2019 - by: Kat

Erotic fiction inspired by Lika Dolce in “Sporty Girl

There are times when I feel compelled to show off. I just want to look good for you.

I knew you were coming over to catch up on some work, so I make sure you catch me in the middle of a workout. We've been working together for a while now. All you've seen me in is my uniform. But today, I greet you at the door wearing my tight white shorts and a sports bra. My hair in neat pigtails, begging to be grabbed.

You swallow hard as I greet you with a smile and a casual embrace. I can feel your heart race through your polo shirt. Summer is in full bloom and the heat makes your face perspire a little. Seeing me like this isn't helping you cool down.

You adjust your collar nervously as I take your hand and lead you to the terrace. I place my flexi band around my thighs and make you watch me.

I'm squatting down slowly. Concentrating on my muscles tightening. I glance over at you as you pull out some paperwork. There's a strong gust of wind that catches the papers, and they fly all over the patio.

"Pick those up," I say nonchalantly.

My lips curve to a mischievous smile and I lie on my back with my feet facing you. I thrust my hips up and down, flexing my thighs seductively. My teasing is making me wet enough to dampen the crotch of my tight white shorts. You finally gather all the pages.

I beckon you over, making the papers fall from your fingers again. "Come here," I whisper.

You crawl to me and ease your head beneath the stretchy band. I'm biting my lip, anticipating your mouth on my pussy. You extend your tongue and press it to the wet spot on my shorts. My thighs hold your head in place and I slowly lift my hips up and down.

I feel the layer of cloth stretch thinner as you surround my pussy with your soft lips. I keep my bottom tight in position and stretch the band out, holding your neck between my thighs. Your masculine groans rumble to my flesh, adding to my pleasure.

I reach down and caress your face, getting excited feeling your jaws working hard for me. I'm so wet, it feels like there's no barrier between us. I slowly wind my body up and down, fucking your mouth. My abs flutter in delight. You run your hands over them, and slide them higher to grip my breasts. My body curls into a ball, getting closer to the edge.

I shake so hard the band snaps and lands behind you. You finally get to touch me freely, curling your fingers to my waistband. You roll my shorts down and off and see how wet I am as I spread my legs again.

You lean back down and pin my thighs with your arms. Then your tongue slides inside me, parting my taut quivering walls. I hold onto your wrists like handlebars as I ride your face to my peak. My pussy rumbles on your lips and I moan out my pleasure, my mouth watering deliciously.

I lift up and push you onto your back, licking and sucking my juices from your face. Then, I drag my lips down your shirt, smearing my essence all over your clothes. I unbuckle your belt and undo your trousers, freeing your cock from its linen cage.

I see the glisten of precum on the head and gently lick it off. I rest my lips on your tip and let my mouth water over your shaft. Then, I slide down deeply, getting excited as you harden even more when my lips reach your zipper. You're cursing as your thighs shake.

I slide up your cock again and lick your swollen head. I look up at you, gazing lustfully into your eyes. I bob my head up and down slowly, then hand you my pigtails. Somehow it calms your trembling hands and you take control of my pace. The grip feels so good. I like the slight sting to my scalp while your cock fucks my mouth.

You grip my hair harder, pushing and pulling my head as my lips slide smoothly on your dick. I can taste your main vein protrude and I concentrate on it, swiping my tongue across it when my head swivels to the side. Your face reddens as you get closer. I suck your cock harder and faster, getting dizzy with lust. You grip my hair so hard my pigtails unravel.

You yell out as I taste a hot fountain of cum flow down my throat. I slow my pace, moaning on your flesh as I suck every drop out of you. I even lick the very last one at the tip with a slow slide of my tongue.

We stare at each other for a moment. Smiling and panting. Both breathless but fired up for more. I grip your shirt and pull you up. Our lips almost press, then I tease you again, just licking your lips gently. I turn around and walk inside. You follow me while you undress, leaving a trail of clothing on the floor.

I reach the bathroom and slip off my sports bra. You stop me right at the sink and grip my hips. Your cock is at attention again and my pussy is still wet from making you cum. I bend over and spread my feet apart, inviting your cock to come inside me.

You aim carefully, using your thumb to spread my lips apart, then thrust in deeply. I feel your cock hit my G-spot over and over again. I grip the sink until my knuckles turn white. I feel another climax rise within me. You fuck me faster. I'm aching to cum right along with you. I reach down and circle my clit, tipping me over the edge. My walls tighten and quake. You moan loudly, feeling my climax rumble around you.

I can hear your shaft squishing through my insides, making wet sloppy sounds. Your cock stiffens to stone. Your hands grip over mine on the sink. I press my body close, meeting your pressure as you pound me. Your sweat drips down my back. You groan sexily on my neck and fuck me hard until your cock bursts inside me like a volcano.

I lick my lips, feeling your heat flood my walls and drip down my thighs. You carefully pull out and almost collapse. I take your hand and lead you to the bathtub. I kiss your fevered face and slide my lips to yours, meeting in a fiery press.

"Stay awhile," I whisper. "I've made you into such a dirty boy. Let me clean you up."

I turn the warm water on and let the tub fill; then straddle your lap.


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Bright Sky Blend

June 09, 2019 - by: Kat

Erotic fiction inspired by Nedda A in “Morning Coffee With You 2

I tried a new blend of blonde roast, recommended by this handsome barista from a coffee shop in town. The place just opened within the month and all the women in my area crowd there for the great new flavors. They also go to ogle that handsome man with the chestnut eyes and beautiful arms. I’ve only seen him once, and that’s all it took for me to feel lovesick.

I don’t have the strength to go back. I want to! But I am so shy. I fear he may see right through me, and I will look foolish. Yet, I can’t get him off my mind. His handsome face appears in my head when I taste this blend. The color of his eyes matches the smooth hot liquid in my favorite cup. I use this one with the candy apple red weave. It feels nice, pressed to my lips.

Every day, I dress up in one of my cutest outfits, preparing to go back there. I even hold my phone to my ear and practice what I’d like to say. Then, as quickly as I get the courage to go, I change my mind.

I take another sip and let my senses swim in the warmth, hoping to put an end to my torture. Every taste is like a seductive kiss to my lips. And when I feel that, I can feel him. I'm so wet just thinking about what he'd do to me. I can’t control myself any longer!

I put the cup down and prop my leg up on the table. I lift my skirt and touch my little pink panties, drenched with pussy juice. I lean my head back and start rubbing my pussy over my panties. The soft fabric adds sweet friction to my clit. My skin warms with lust. I roll my hips slowly over my hand, chasing my pleasure.

I can’t quite reach my peak sitting up. The restriction keeps me teetering back and forth from climax. I get so hot, almost irritated. I yank off my dainty pink top to get more uncomfortable. Rolling down my panties, I sit up on the table, lying back with my eyes closed.  

I squeeze my soft breasts with one hand while the other reaches for my pussy again. I ease my fingers inside and moan delightedly. My pussy feels like liquid heat. All this stalling has wound me up to the point where my core is throbbing and leaking. I imagine the hot barista there, between my legs, thrusting his hard cock into me. I long to have his erection part my walls. I bet it's just as pretty as he is. I want those gorgeous arms around me, keeping me in place as he fucks me hard.

Oh, if I could have that cock from the back, too, that would be lovely. I bend over the table as I picture it. The idea of him gripping my hips and stuffing me to the hilt with his rigid cock has me going insane. I finger myself, moaning loudly. I delve so deep into my fantasy that I can almost smell him on me. I can almost feel his hard body pressed against my ass. His balls slapping my clit while he fucks my needy pussy.

My fingers flick hard and fast, stimulating my G-spot. I rock my hips back and forth. My pussy drips over my fingers and I can hear them make those squishy naughty sounds. Fuck, I’m so close!

I hold on tight to the table like I’m hanging on a ledge. My fingers fit inside me perfectly with my wrist pinned to the table. I thrust my hand, riding my fingers hard. I add a third, then a fourth, pressing my fingers together to form a thick shaft. I moan even louder, ending every breath with profanity, followed by a high squeal of lust. My orgasm is just at bay and I'll do anything to get it. I fuck my hand harder and harder until I reach my long-awaited climax with involuntary shudders of bliss.

I wait a while, letting my muscles relax before I ease my drenched fingers out. My body’s so wet, my skin squeaks over the wood like it's glass. I sit back in the chair and catch my breath, smiling at the damp imprint of my body I made on the table top. I trace my finger to the wet spot and inspect the gooey drops, then I taste it. My juices are so sweet and slippery, it's making my lust rise again.

I have all the time in the world to make myself cum repeatedly, right at home. But something inside me feels suddenly braver. It’s so silly to think I’m afraid of something that has not happened yet. What sense does that make? I think today will be the day I go see that handsome barista after all. At best, I get a pretty cock. At worst, I get a nice cup of bright sky blend to go.


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Mina's Masturbation Show

May 18, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Mina in "Lace For You"

Mina has no intention of getting dressed today. In her black lace panties and camisole, the fresh-faced, freckled cutie feels transformed into someone altogether more seductive – someone who can have a lover kneeling at her feet and begging to be allowed to please her.

The thought makes her smile, before she remembers a mistress should be stern. She composes herself, standing proud, tingles of arousal running up and down her silky thighs as she pictures her willing acolyte gazing up at her adoringly. But why stop at one? She could have as many dream lovers as she wants, all of them watching with silent devotion as she rewards them with a tantalizing glimpse of her beautiful body.

That makes her burst into giggles, but she can’t deny the stiffness of her nipples as she brushes her fingertips over them. The idea of being watched is just so exciting, making her cheeks flush with a strange blend of self-consciousness and exhilaration. She’s never done it for real, never even undressed and masturbated for a partner in private, let alone put on a show for a crowd; and she can feel her panties getting drenched as she pictures herself surrounded by shadowy figures, all staring at her with mute intensity.

She tugs the sodden lace away from her pussy. Sure enough, when she touches herself, she’s so wet her fingers skate along her slit, making a loud, sticky noise. She imagines she hears a collective gasp of approval from her admirers. She turns onto her knees to roll her panties down, putting on a blatant display for them, letting them see her juicy snatch opening up to swallow her fingers. They’re coated with her goo as she sinks them in up to the knuckle, scissoring them to tease out every drop of sensation.

As Mina rocks back to ride her fingers harder, she can already feel the first tremors of her orgasm shuddering through her. But she’s got all day set aside for pleasure, and she can hear the crowd clamoring for more…


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Rubbing Out the Tension

May 08, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Hayley Sanders in “Bad Day At Work 2

A bad day at work doesn’t have to mean your sour mood lingers on all evening. Hayley knows the perfect way to turn her tired frown upside down. Indulging in some sensual self-love is her favorite pastime, after all.

She flings herself onto the bed, tossing her glasses aside and allowing her pent-up frustration to boil up inside her. It’s a relief to kick off her high heels and unbutton her tight shirt; but as she unclips her bra and runs her hands over her beautiful breasts, she feels the first stirrings of something more… something like a warm rush, a tingle of excitement.

Her pussy is starting to throb with need, her panties clinging stickily as she peels them off. She’s on her knees, her most-favored position for sex – that fine ass is enough inspiration for any guy to put in his best performance, after all – and thinking about getting fucked from behind has her shivering with lust. She briefly considers making a booty call, but this horny urge won’t wait. Her fingers will do just fine.

She slides one into the slick, hot channel, feeling it sink in so smoothly. Her pussy clenches and clutches around it, muscles fluttering as she adds a second finger. As the pressure builds, she’s engulfed by a surge of pleasure so powerful she collapses onto her back, thighs trembling. Her fingers circle on her clit frantically, slipping over her pulsing flesh as they pump in and out, the wonderful tension and heat building by the second. And then her whole body stiffens and spasms and shudders as her orgasm explodes through her, sparking a series of aftershocks that seems to take forever to subside.

Bad day? Pretty wonderful, actually.


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Oxana's Eyes

April 20, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Oxana Chic in Chic Solo

Oxana’s eyes will hypnotize you. Deep blue, limpid pools that convey her desire without need for words, they shock you with their beauty every time she turns that scorching gaze on you.

When Oxana wants you in her bed, you’ll feel it with every fibre of your being.

Tonight, she wants to be worshipped and adored – as if you didn’t do that every time you’re alone with her. Seductive in sexy lingerie, red lace and black straps framing her body like a work of art, she waits for you on crisp cotton sheets. She teases at first, playing her fingers over her panties, stoking herself wet to ensure she has your full attention; as if you could look anywhere else.

She kneels, that spectacular ass in the air as she tugs the lace aside to allow you the first breathtaking glimpse of her smooth pussy, glistening with her arousal in the half-light. You want to touch her now, but first she’ll make you watch as she unclips her bra to bare her gorgeous breasts, nipples stiff and pink. And she laughs a little, suddenly overwhelmed by the look of naked hunger on your face.

To see her own beauty reflected in your eyes ignites her smoldering passion into a flame of raw lust and suddenly she’s kicking off her panties and reaching for you, pulling you close, guiding you into her as if this were your last night on earth. And all the while, that bright blue gaze meets yours, an erotic promise to be yours forever.


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Wild Ride

April 01, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Sabrisse A in “Hot In Boots

Sabrisse puts on her finest leather boots, but not for the rodeo. She has a wilder beast to tame. 

The heels in her thigh-high boots bring tension to her exposed thighs. Her white shirt hangs down over a pair of cheeky white panties. Her long auburn hair looks like it’s been combed by a gentle breeze. 

She peeks her eyes out through some wayward strands with a look of adventure. She’s ready for a wild ride.

A few loosened buttons and Sabrisse’s beautiful breasts are exposed. A navel piercing glows as she wanders the sun-soaked room. She sits her adorable ass down at the edge of a tub chair.

Sabrisse licks her fingers and finds her way beneath her underwear. Taking the reins, she rubs her excited nipples as the stroking begins.

Her heels pierce the edge of a low window sill as she pushes her slender body back against the chair. Balance is key on this ride.

Her shirt comes off as the solo rubdown intensifies. Her panties are tossed across the floor as her fingers move with vigor through her wet slit. 

What does she see with closed eyes? What sounds emerge from silence? 

An adoring crowd cheers her on. Will she make it? They clamor with suspense as she twitches forward in the chair. Can she hang on?

Her finishing touches to her delicate clit are masterful. Her mouth opens wide, gasping for air. She exhales in moans as her body shivers with pleasure. Her climax is worthy of a raucous celebration. 

Sabrisse’s hair looks wilder now. She buries her forehead in the leather of a boot pulled over her knee. This cowgirl looks ready for a nap.

The beast has succumbed.


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Chase Me

March 19, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Elle Tan in “Country Fun

Elle runs from you, slipping away into the wheat field; but not too fast. She wants you to chase her, and you do, approaching slowly, curious to see what she has planned.

You find her gloriously naked, lying back in a clearing she’s trampled down, sunlight giving her a golden glow. She smiles that naughty smile you adore as she licks her fingers and then trails them down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until you see them stiffen to points.   

You hold your breath in anticipation as her hand slides down. She pauses, just for a moment, as her fingertips reach her smooth mound, her sexy tan lines drawing your eye to the pale triangle where her thighs meet. And then she parts them, and you can see the hot pink of her slit already glistening with moisture.

Her smile turns sultry as she rolls over, wiggling her ass at you temptingly. Then she rises up to her hands and knees, so you have the perfect view as one finger pushes into that tight slot. She draws it out again slowly, with a soft moan. Her eyes flutter closed as she licks her sweetness from her finger and then pushes it inside again, more forcefully this time. She’s usually so shy about masturbating in front of you, so to see her behaving so wantonly is incredibly arousing.

Her fingers find their rhythm, and as her moans grow louder and more breathless, you realize it’s no longer a performance for you; she’s immersed in her own pleasure, fucking herself for real, intent on the sensations her thrusting fingers are provoking. You keep silent, half believing she’s forgotten you’re there. You can see her body trembling, her hips rocking back to impale herself deeper, lips parted in a gasp of lust. But as she starts to orgasm, her eyes snap open, holding yours, sharing the intensity in the most intimate gaze, so it’s almost as if you’re experiencing it too.

And then she rolls on to her back, gasping and giggling and blushing, and beckons you closer with one wet finger…


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Spin Cycle

March 03, 2019 - by: Rose

Excerpt from a true confession on dedicated to Satin Stone in “Wash Day 2” 

“Damn, that ass! Are you trying to kill me?”

We’re cleaning up the morning after a wild night; I’m on my hands and knees with my head in the washing machine, checking for stray dog hair before I load it. I am absolutely not thinking about sex. I am thinking about laundry, deadlines, grocery shopping; except now I am thinking about sex, because I can feel his eyes on my ass. I guess my little shorts are pretty tight.

“Come on baby, shake that ass for me,” he says.

I laugh, wiggling my rear, hearing him groan. He’s an ass man, and I know he’s already picturing bending me over the washer and fucking me slow and steady from behind. And now I’m picturing it too and I can feel my shorts getting creamy where they’re snug against my pussy, the seam in the perfect spot to tease between my lips.

“I’m amazed you can even get it up after last night,” I say.

“That ass could wake the dead,” he says. “Hey, I have an idea…” He steps closer and I’m expecting to feel his big hands grab my ass cheeks; but instead he reaches past me to the laundry basket and stuffs the contents into the washer. “I’ve never fucked you over this bad boy, have I?” he grins. I watch him measure out detergent and fabric softener, concentrating despite the growing bulge tenting out his pants. He turns the machine on, and I bend over it obligingly, feeling the first rumbles as it fills with water and the drum begins to turn.

Now his hands do move to my ass, stroking and squeezing. He pushes up against me, his cock rigid, pressing between my cheeks. I can’t help squirming, needing the friction against my pussy, shorts clinging stickily. How the hell does he get me this horny, this quickly, every single time?

I can feel him laughing to himself as he rocks against me. I’d call it dry humping but the anticipation and the vibrations from the washer have me soaking wet. He slides my shorts down, peeling them away from my juiced up slit, kneeling, spreading my cheeks. I know he’s taking a good long look, admiring my tight asshole.

He makes me gasp by touching the wet tip of his tongue to my tight pucker, before running it down into the slick groove between my pussy lips. He grips my cheeks tighter to make my lips peel open for his tongue, and I shuffle my feet wider apart, granting him the most intimate access. His firm lapping at my clit works its magic, so when he wets up his fingers in my pussy and presses one against my asshole I relax and let him slide it in. The insistent probing of his finger causes delicious sensations that conspire with the ripples of pleasure created by his dancing tongue and the steady throb of the machine to drive me crazy.

My pussy is aching to be filled. I need his cock in me, now.

I only have to tell him, fuck me, and he’s on his feet, pants down, the head of his cock nudging against my soaked opening. He holds me in that desperate state of anticipation, my whole body vibrating with need – then thrusts into me. That blissful moment of penetration, his cock stretching me open, is perfection; better even than orgasm.

He pulls back and drives in again just to hear me moan, then again and again, the giddy rush of endorphins making me lightheaded. I’m soon pushing back to meet each stroke as he slams into me, his fingers gripping my hips, our flesh slapping, the rumbling vibration of the washer rising with our mingled cries.  

I don’t want to cum yet, I want to ride the waves of heat and spiralling tension that sweep through me each time his cock plunges in, keeping me in this suspended state of cock-drunk delirium; but he knows how to play my body like a virtuoso. He thrusts into me to the hilt and stays buried deep, grinding on my G-spot as he reaches around to rub my clit. In seconds my cunt is clutching and spasming around his shaft, my orgasm exploding through me.

He slides out slowly and carefully when I stop shaking, lets me sink to my knees to taste myself from his cock. I lose myself in licking long stripes up his shaft, my body slowly calming and shifting into that utterly engrossed, exultant state that suffuses me whenever I suck cock. Lips wrapped around it, I take it deeper and deeper, gradually increasing the pressure, relaxing my throat to engulf him. I pause at the base, inhaling his scent, lips tight around the thick root stretching my lips wide, tongue lapping the underside. His hand is around my ponytail, holding my head still as I let him set the rhythm and fuck my mouth; then pulling me off him with a groan as my sucking threatens to push him over the edge.

Now he lifts me to my feet, then picks me up and sets me down on top of the washer. The metal is shockingly cold against my bare ass. He squeezes his shaft with his fingers to make the rising pressure subside, and then thrusts back into me, roughly, grinning as the spin cycle suddenly kicks in. The tremors career through me, accelerating wildly until it feels like I’m sitting on a giant vibrator. It’s so intense all I can do is hang on as he power-fucks me. The machine kicks up another notch, shaking and bumping, each jolt catching me off-guard and sending a spike of sensation through me. We rise to a climax together, the washer and I; he plunges in deep and holds me tight, impaled on his cock, growling as he feels my cunt pulse erratically around him. He grips my ass with both hands, ramming in even deeper; and then he’s cumming too, tugging my hair and biting my neck, his cock jerking inside me, a hot gush filling me. We come down gradually, along with the washer, laughing at how crazy-intense it felt. We’ve had plenty of fierce and feverish sex, but nothing quite so powerfully mechanized.

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