~Mischief~ Let us eat CAKE!

~Mischief~ CLEAN

“It’s time,” he said, for their weekly ritual

In the other room, the tub was filling

Water hot, rich with essential oils

Fragranced with jasmine and bergamot

Lights dim, candles illuminating the room with a warm flickering glow

He took her by the hand and drew her into the room

She stood silently, submitting as he drew away her clothing

Until she stood naked, vulnerable and yet resplendent in the candlelight

He stood and took in the beauty of her bare skin, his breath catching

Then he turned and stepped into the large claw-footed tub

Held out his hand to her and they eased into the bath

He at the back; she nested with her back to him,

Leaning against his chest with his legs outside of hers

He reached behind him, grasped a fluffy sea sponge

Poured a rich emollient wash and rubbed it to a froth

She released her weight into him as he raised the sponge

Reached around and began to wash her

First the neck, soft smooth strokes

Then the breasts…the sponge’s slight roughness creating a pleasant friction

Her nipples rising to erectness as a soft moan echoed in her throat

He drew his other hand up, maintaining the nipple attention

As his other hand continued to wash her in widening concentric circles

Round and round her slick and quivering belly

The bubbles of the soap glistening on her candlelit skin like jewels

Still lower the sponge drew down, until it slipped between her thighs

Unconsciously, she widened her legs to allow freer access

He drew her legs over his to open her wide

Round and round went the sponge, as his other hand slid down

And finding her open and willing, slid his finger inside

“Have to make sure you get good and clean,” he said, “all over”

As he slid a finger in her welcoming pussy and then

More gently, eased another into the tight pucker of her rosebud

Faster and harder he pressed in circles with the sponge

Stroking in and out both of her molten openings

Until her body began to shake, her breath coming in gasps

And a hoarse cry escaped her lips as she came

He felt her body gush, her fluids almost impossibly hotter than the water in the tub

Immediately, he pushed her body forward, up on her knees

As he, with sponge and tongue, washed her clean from back to front

And bringing her to climax again…and again

As she panted, he drew her body up onto the bench along the tub’s edge

Spread her knees apart…

"Not yet,” she begged, “I can’t take anymore yet”

He smiled, as this is what she always said

“Just wait,” he urged her, as he reached to the side for a can of shaving cream

He drew her leg to his shoulder, glorying in the pale curvy column

Stroking with his hands and fingers, he turned to kiss her ankle and the arch of her foot

Spreading the silky foam from ankle to thigh, he began to shave her.

Ever so gently; he would never allow the blade to cut her flesh
She opened her eyes and watched with wonder
Never tiring of this routine, basking in his tender care
Moving to the second leg, his fingers testing the smoothness after each stroke of the blade
When her legs were finished, he rose and lifted her arms above her head
Kissing her mouth deeply, her face and ears
Long slow licks and gentle suction on her lovely neck
Tongue darting over her nipples before stroking deeply
The sensitive flesh under her arms as he kept her from drawing her arms back down
She moaned without reserve under the ministry of tongue on flesh
He drew his hands up, soaped under her arms and drew down the blade
This time, testing the smoothness with his tongue
He released her arms, and they curled around his head
Drawing him up to meet her mouth, plunging her tongue into his mouth
Suckling his lips and tongue with fervor
But he was not yet finished…this she knew
And her flesh glowed in anticipation with the final step of their grooming ritual
He pulled back, and lifted her legs again
Gently bending them at the knee and placing her feet on the bench
He soaped his hands once more, and focused tender attention on her Venus mound
Stroking up and down the mons, the lips, the sensitive strip between her pussy and the pucker of her ass
Using his fingers and thumbs in a firm yet gentle touch, he cleaned her
He puffed hot breath onto the sensitive flesh, becoming plumper by the moment
And as he noticed her beginning to squirm again, he drew back
Reaching for the razor, he looked into her eyes and saw nothing but trust
Drawing each inch of flesh taut, he brought the blade through the glistening foam again and again

Following with deft fingers to ensure that all was as it should be
And at last, when her luscious kitty was pristine and perfectly smooth, he leaned forward
And sliding his hands under to cup the firm globes of his ass
He fastened his hungry mouth on her desperate clit, and drew it between his teeth
Her arms clenched, jamming him into her as her legs wrapped around his head
She screamed his name as her body bucked and writhed against his face
As he received his reward; a throatful of her nectar--thick, hot and devastatingly sweet
He drew back with a smug and satisfied grin, taking in the sight of her
He never tired of seeing her fully sated, exhausted
Being only able to manage a slight grin and a little finger wave

“That,” he said, as he did every week, “is the way to get Clean.”

Metal to Metal

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~Mischief~ Playing with Fire

He’d had a Redhead once, pure Mischief
She was a devilish imp, copper hair glowing in the sunlight
Eyes sparkling emerald, smooth alabaster skin
A sprite, bubbling and brimming with Celtic Delight
He closed his eyes with a shuddering sigh
As he recalled the shift
That occurred when her ire was provoked
When her Irish was up
Those jeweled eyes became smoky, flashing
Devastating the offender with one glare
And his mind drifted to her other passions
He sighed more deeply, his hands moving
With a mind of their own
To stroke the throbbing shaft that arose
On the mere memory of her desire
The wide open mind, and vast imagination
The naughty hands and the hungry mouth
He slid further down in the chair, her name on his tongue
As he stroked ever harder his pulsing member
Recalling her deep moans, gasps, pants
Her ever quick mouth pausing its onslaught to give directions
To let him know how he was pleasing her
Her elfin voice turning throaty as she gasped profanities
Fuck me harder, she’d demand, deeper, more yes baby yes yes yessssss
And the Celtic body rippling as she rode him
Bucking as she came again and again, clamping him in her heat
The memories flooded him as his end drew near
And he came with a cry and a gasping sigh of thanks
To her memory, the Redhead that once was his.

~Mischief~ 2009

Ten after Twelve .....Cab time Quickie

Tangled Up In Me ©

Tens leaned forward and gestured to the driver. “Pull over, just ahead.” The driver slowed and signaledTens leaned across and opened the door for me.
I moved, purposefully leggy, sophisticated, and he claims beautifully towards the car causing him immediate carnal pleasure. His cock had hardened as soon as he caught sight of me on the side of the road, and it was pounding in his pants by the time I climbed in the car. Dressed for the corporate world he eyed the cream-colored fitted skirt and jacket that brought out my coloring and worked well with my figure. Beneath the jacket I wore a camisole that gaped endearingly as I climbed in, letting him catch sight of my bare cleavage for a moment. High heels and the short skirt displayed my long, elegant legs to perfection, and Tens simply stared, not trusting himself to say anything about my appearance.
I was smiling, my eyes twinkling with pleasure. He reached over to kiss my long and hard on the mouth.
“Where to?” The driver had a smirk on his face as he observed the two of them clinched together in the backseat.
Miles away, Tens had forgotten we were on one of the busiest streets in the city, and on a double yellow line at that.
“Just drive,” Tens, ordered.
The driver shrugged and set off. “Your call,” he replied, glancing happily at his meter.
I leaned into him, and he captured me in his arms, my breasts crushing against him as he held me. “All mine.” The words escaped him as he kissed me neck.
“Yes,” I breathed me fingers moving through his hair.
He kissed my mouth, his tongue tasting me. It seemed he could not get enough, and secretly I knew I couldn’t either but I know better that to get attached to men like this they come they go so I learned a long time ago to enjoy it to the fullest, and I do.
“Kimberly, I need to be inside you.”
“You want me now?” I asked, amazed.
His mouth twitched on one side. He nodded.
“Here?”He gave me another nod.
“Right here,” he said quietly, and his hand moved up and down against his pants, rubbing the bulk of his cock. NOW? I smiley wickedly (loving the way he thinks)
His eyes narrowed, and he slid his body forward on the seat, jutting his hips out toward me. Glancing at the back of the driver’s head, he unzipped his pants and closed one hand around the stem of his erection that pushed eagerly from his shorts. He held it in a light grip, moving in slow, even strokes. I watched his movement: as I shifted slightly on the seat glancing provocatively at him. Tens tried to control his breathing. The cab was stopped at a traffic light; people were walking across the road in front of us. Alarm bells were starting to sound in my head, but the thrill of the moment held me. He looked me straight in the eye and I saw the need and desire, in his eyes instantly my need for him was as great and he could see in my eyes the same. I nodded, my lips softly parted; it was all the encouragement he needed.
“Driver.” He leaned forward as the cab pulled away from the lights, glancing around to try to figure out where we were, hiding his eager cock from view. “Pull into that alleyway,” he instructed.
The driver grumbled but quickly hauled the vehicle into a narrow alley between two tall buildings, barely much bigger than the cab itself. He braked sharply just before making contact with the Dumpsters housed there, pulled on the brake, and turned round. “A little more notice would be helpful.” He stared at the fistful of money Tens was holding out to him.
“Get out of the cab and wait at the end of the street.” It was an order.
“Hey, I’m not about to leave you with my cab, oh no, I’m not falling for that one.”“Take the keys then.” It was uttered through gritted teeth. “Lock us in if you like; just get the hell out for a few minutes.”
The driver looked again at the sizable amount of cash being offered. Tens spied a packet of cigarettes on the dash. “A week’s wages in return for taking a cigarette break?” he pointed out, harsh need biting into his blood.
The driver snatched the cash from his hand, grabbed his cigs and the car keys, tipped a salute to the pair of them, and promptly left.
Tens glanced after him, watched him take up a guard like pose behind the car and light a cigarette, and then slumped back in the seat, turning his attention to our desperate need for release once again.
I was sitting on the edge of the seat, looking dazed. Strands of my hair had fallen freely around my face. I was eyeing his cock as if I were about to devour him it His cock twitched and thicken eagerly. My eyes rose to his. “Now?” Please I whispered.
He nodded, a dark thrill running through my veins. He looked so gorgeous, my arousal blatant in my expression, my lips parted, my pupils dilated. I reached to kiss him, as there is a direct connection from the man’s lips and the core of my of my womanhood and truth be told he could positively control me with just the seductive touch of his kiss it intoxicates me; as I him.
My fingers moved across his thigh to his cock, where it reared up from his shorts. Another wave of lust pooled in his groin as my head dropped toward his lap, my lips parting.
Tens mouthed a string of hushed curses at the ceiling of the cab as my mouth closed over the engorged head of his cock. My lips molded over its swollen tip, slowly sinking onto it, and then my tongue swept over the surface while my fingers reached for his balls.
His hands fisted against the seat when I took it deep into my mouth, riding it in and out. He pulled gently on my hair as if to warn me that the movements were threatening to make him come far too quickly.
“I have to be inside you Kimberly”; claiming he was desperate for me “I want to feel your tightness NOW as he reached for me was my undoing. I hauled my skirt up around my hips as he reached for and tore off my lace panties, my shoes dropping to the floor of the cab. I straddled him, my legs folding against the seat, my thighs enclosing his hips.
When I rose up in front of him, he pushed my camisole up and sucked heavily on my breasts. His hands rested at my waist as he moved over my nipples with his mouth.
I was wet, like honey, and his cock slid up against my clitoris, the full head of it rolling against the swollen nub. I opened my mouth wide and rubbed myself against the hard surface of his cock, catching the sensitive skin on the underside.
He breathed out loudly; each sensation was inexorably torturous and pleasurable. I led the head of his cock along the hot folds of skin that lined my sweet entrance and let it press home there, the flush of arousal heightening across my face and neck. My perfume, heavy with current and Eros, was tempered with the smell of my sex as intoxicating as to him.
An almost unbearable demand throbbed inside him, and he drew me close, his hands around my waist.
I sank down onto him in one gliding movement and wrestled myself on his hips.
The pull of my body sucking in his cock was exquisite. He groaned, his head going back against the seat of the cab. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of his cock thrusting up inside my tightness, and he moved his hands from my waist over my breasts and up into my hair as it fell against him.
“Kim,” he breathed. “Oh, baby.” His voice was heavy. I lifted my hips, riding up with a flex of my knees on the seat on either side of him. He groaned, and I began to ride his shaft in regular movements; I gripped the back of the seat and freed my movements, taking his hardness into me with determination each time and then grinding down with utter determination and a cry of pleasure.
Our need was entirely in tune, and I laughed and looked down at him, my face radiating the rapture I felt.
“Oh yes,” he said and gave a low laugh. The desperation had gone; this release was what he wanted. Longing had been replaced by outright pleasure. He sprawled on the seat, his hands resting on the bunched fabric of my skirt around my hips as I moved over him with abandon, looking down at him with the laughter still on my face.
I reached forward and stroked his hair free with my fingers. My mouth was opening as I rocked slightly and massaged the head of his cock deep inside me.
His hands held my buttocks, and he leaned his face into my chest, every moment sending him closer to the edge. He felt fierce; he wanted to lock my body to his. He bit his lip; he was going to come, and he wanted to wait for me. He felt me begin to quiver and reach. He moved his head back to look at me again, and his hands tightened on my waist.
“You fill me so well,” I whispered, leaning over his face and breathing the words to him as my body sapped the strength from my voice.
He swelled further inside from the words I had whispered, his cock rigid, and his balls in an iron grip. He was sweating from the intensity of the thumping orgasm building there.
“The wickedness you stir inside me is all consuming, I am going to come.”
He flexed me back and I worked my hips smoothly and rhythmically on him. As he felt my sex quivering, he knew I was close, too.
His cock was rigid and fierce when it began to reach, I was there he crushed his face into my breasts, and my arms enclosed his head there. He held me tightly, and we did not separate, coming violently at the very same moment.
Moving was difficult but a lunch break was only so long and I was well past mine…but there is always …the same time next week….

A Sexual Addiction
Tangled Up in Me©

Do you think about sex all the time?" he teased me. "Isn't it inconvenient, when you're working, for example?
I smiled sighed and replied; sometimes I think my sex drive fuels everything I do. He was laughing quietly.
"Don't laugh; I tell him you're embarrassing me. Anyway, pausing for effect, circumstances prevail; I happen to be with a very sexy man." This time he looked sheepishly embarrassed.
We stared at each other across the table; the mutual attraction was creating a heat and energy; it was flowing between us and inflaming our bodies with its suggestion, unspoken demands. My lips parted, and a hungry sigh slipped out and spoke to him "damn it" I swore under my breath vowing to attend the nearest 12-step program "I have to learn to control myself." His hand slipped down my arm and stroked it firmly possessively every part of my body has begun to respond to him.
"Witch," he murmured his voice a low hiss.
It dawned on me the dance we were doing was not just killing me, it was torturing him as well; and if that was the case I might as well turn up the heat. While deep in thought, I instinctively began rocking my hips forward pressing my sex down into the hardness of the chair. The sexual tension between us is so obvious that it dared us to surrender to what we felt right there in public.
His eyes fell as he took in the movement of my body, and his hand paused on my arm. He glanced up. "Are you always like this?" He spoke in a low whisper. No, it is you. I want you I replied slowly knowing he was going to break and I was tempting the fates."
Our mutual passion was whole, uninhibited. His mouth formed into smile, and his fingers moved back to the thin strap of my dress at my shoulder.
"You're making me hard."
"Well, You're making me wet.
"Tell me about it."
I did not reply. I was watching the candlelight flicker in his eyes my body took in the movement of his leg against mine under the table. I slowly slipped my foot out of its Manolo Blahnik Sandals and lifted it until it crept between his legs.
His eyebrows rose when I slunk down in my chair and put my foot over the bulge of his cock in his pants. He moved his hand under the table to close over my ankle. I knew I would do anything for this man and the look on his face said nearly the same for me.
His hand was warm and firm. He stroked my calf muscle, and I felt my eyes start to close as I savored it. He leaned forward in his chair repeating;
“Tell me about it, please"
"Inside, I'm creaming for you.
His eyes narrowed, his passionate mouth growing taut with restraint as he listened.
"When I move; I'm sticky with it." I had to shift in the chair.
"My thong is clinging to me."
"Open your legs." His expression and piercing eyes left me no choice.
My legs dropped apart slowly so he could just watch, and the cool air teased me as it thrilled me, I trembled slightly.
"Touch yourself."
Across the table, the force of his will controlled me and I wanted it to. I let my hand dance lightly over my shoulders arms, down my breast and drop slowly under the white linen tablecloth and pulled my skirts, slipping my fingers under my thong pulling it to the side, I rested my hand over my newly waxed pubic area. Slowly without loosing eye contact, for fear of breaking the intense aura, cast over us, I began to roll my fingers in the perfect tempo, only I can do so well, having one goal in mind, DAMN it was so good and God only knows who was watching maybe that even made it hotter.
His gaze dropped as if he could see through the table, then lift again.
"Do it, cum for me, please make yourself cum now. I want you to."
I curved my foot over the hard bulge of his cock, and pressed my foot over him as I squeezed myself in the same pattern. Dipping my fingers into the damp entrance to my sex, gathering the sticky fluid of my desire onto my fingers, I stroked them up into the tender groove of my aroused flesh. Spreading either side of my clit, I squeezed, my knuckles gently nudging free a spasm of ecstasy until a quiet whimper finally escaped me.
His mouth was formed a tense smile as he watched his expression wolf like in the extreme.
The air stirred as someone walked by, but I did not register more than that, looking only at him. His fascinated expression urged me on, until I was pressing so hard the peak was seconds away and I had to clamp my lips to get me to stop myself from making noise. "Damn it, Sarah, you look so beautiful, especially when you are about to come. Knowing he can tell, pushed me over the edge; a blaze of energy engrossed inside me, followed by hot waves of relief pooling over my entire body, my fingers were coated in my own juices proof of the wicked delight I like think he enjoyed as ,much as I.
"Let me taste you."
His request made me groan “That is not going to help you know I could climb over the table and straddle you right here”. I pulled my hand out from under the table and laid it over his. He lifted it to his lips and licked my fingertips. My body shuddered slightly, caught on the brink of a new wave of lust.
"That only made me want you even more," I commented.
"You're going to have to have me, and soon." He gave me a dark smile.
"I want to take you down a dark alley and find the nearest wall to stand up against so I can fuck you." He gave that slow, wolf smile that I loved so much.
"Let's do it then." Was it the thought of him leaving for a week that made me reckless, I wondered fleetingly, or something else? Him? Just him? However, I wanted to do it as much as he did. He threw a wad of bills down on the table, gesturing at the waiter as he did so, then stood up, abandoning the drinks. I retrieved my Manolo Blahnik Sandals and followed his lead, smiling as I reached for his hand… Something in my Gut kept saying do not get attached but for the first time in my life, I was not listening… He took my hand and together we walked quickly out of the restaurant.

Spotting a small alleyway. "Come on," he said, taking my hand. It was perfect. When we reached the middle, he glanced around. We were between two tall buildings in a narrow street passage that was lit at each end but dark at the center point. I pulled on his hand, drawing him to a halt. "here's good," he insisted, pointing to a narrow ledge of brick jutting from the wall, hungrily grabbing at me for a kiss, I returned his passion making the heat boil over suddenly I was backed up against the wall. He ran his hand over the fabric covering my breasts, his breath coming thick and fast. He balanced my hips on the narrow ledge and I clutched at him, one leg climbing against him, inviting him in.
I knew I wanted fast, hot, clandestine sex, and I wanted no needed it NOW. "I want you really badly Marco."
He lifted my skirt of my dress, shifting them up around my thighs and hips, tearing my wet thong down the length of my legs. I grabbed at his hair clutched at him; he held me on the ledge with one arm and wrapped one leg against him. His hand slipped into the warm, damp groove of my pussy.
"I wouldn't have missed that show in there for the world." Crazy laughter bubbled up inside me, alongside the desire that carried me. I understood I was high on his presence, every moment sending my farther into orbit. "I must taste you." He kissed me hard, his tongue thrashing with mine, and then he pulled away and squatted in front of me, moving between my thighs. His mouth sank over my slit, kissing me deeply, while his hands spread me open. "Exquisite," he whispered, then ran his tongue up and down from my hole to my clit. I trembled, my hips pressing forward to take his caresses.
His stubble ground against my, electrifying my skin, while his tongue thrust inside my sex, seeking out, and devouring me as he kissed and caressed my, inside and out.
I whimpered, thrashed, and contracted fully when the tension began to climb back up through my pelvis, his mouth bringing me quickly back to climax again. He knows me so well hips moved instinctively, tracing the innate movements of carnal pleasure without the need for thought while he led me back to that special place again. I was still catching my breath when I heard his zipper. I'd grown accustomed to the dark; I could see him holding the thick, hard shaft of his cock in his hand while I reached my arms around his neck and put one leg up against his flank, inviting him in. "I could eat you forever," he whispered against my mouth. He lifted my other leg around his hip and pushed my body up the wall, easily strong enough to hold me. I just moaned approval, urging him on. His cock nudged inside. He eased the head a little further, and then lunged deep. For a moment I was still, holding my breath, completely taken with the feeling of being filled suddenly, my sex sensitized to the max by what had gone earlier. Then I breathed out. He pulled back and then drove himself inside, thoroughly. Groaning with pleasure, head thrown back by the force I think this moment was the most blissful I ever known. Above them clouds scudded away from the moon, flooding them in its eerie glow. My legs locked around him, and I twined my hands around his neck and then across his hack, grasping at him with feeble hands. It felt like dirty, illicit sex—and it felt so, so good. His thrusts became deep and fast, his body driving me up against the wall. The straps of my dress slid down and he placed a fevered kiss on my breast where as they rose up. I ground my hips against his to pull him in to the hilt, my back riding up against the rough brickwork of the wall, I could feel my bare skin getting scraped but it never hurt it just brought him deeper. When I rotated my hips he would warn me to stop, it would be over. I gave a breathy laugh, my hips arched. My body was burning up with the feeling of being stretched to capacity and that oh-so- delicious nudge up against the very core when he landed against it, sending a roar of heat through my groin, and releasing a flurry of sensation in the pit of my stomach each and every, time. I heard a sound, and saw two figures pass the end of the alley. Their voices faded away, and they obviously had not seen anything, but I could not help picturing how we might look to a passerby, indulging in a clandestine, surreptitious encounter up against the wall, clothes asunder, and the image only sewed to throw fuel on my fire. "I'm coming." "I know. You're on fire," he groaned. His face contorted when I came, my body clutching at his cock. "It's you, your cock, it feels so damn good." He moaned quietly and thrust faster, while feasting on my neck " woman, you know how to drive a man insane," He groaned deeply, and I felt his cock grow harder still, wedged against my cervix, then my destiny the heat of him as he came. I wriggled and flexed, His hand stayed locked over me until I slowed my movements and finally stilled. Shuddering in release, his mouth still kissing my neck hungrily, "I want more, more than this," he whispered against my throat. "I want to fuck you all night long." "Good," I replied. "Because I'm not the least bit done with you yet." He kissed me still with hunger while, our bodies still pressed close against each other. I only turned away from him when voices rose up, and a crowd of people passed the end of the alleyway. He bent to straighten my skirts. "What a gentleman you are." "I do my best." He stood up. "I thought someone might see us." "You sound disappointed." "It turns me on, I have to confess." He growled, "Tell me more." Oh no babe, that is how this began… we have many more of these escapades to go on… take me to your house now and fuck me all night long ….

Fuck Me From Behind: Erotic Poetry

~The $65k Sex Experience - by No Trespassing~

Sitting behind my lavish desk I could see her walk into the showroom.
I could see Steven approach her quickly for the presale pitch.

I watched her closely as I took in her striking beauty.
I was mesmerized be the way her hips flowed, as her heels lifted her ass in rhythmic motions.
Without thought I approached her and asked,
“May I help you pick out a car Miss”?

Without a sound she stroked and rubbed the car of her choice.
Sliding to the door she opened it, only to slowly set inside.
One foot still propped in the jamb and one close to the seats center, she revealed her bargaining chips.

She slowly raised her skirt to entice.
Raising her arms and pushing out her breast she gasps softly,
“Do you boys like what you see”?

She spread her legs farther to reveal her freshly shaved leverage.
Touching and exposing her inner lips with two fingers she asks.
“What would you do for this”?
“Do you think my Pussy will be warm”?
“Do you want to know what it feels like, to slowly slide your engorged Cock inside me”?

I could not speak as I nodded.
I wanted to take her right there in the showroom.
I could feel my Penis growing hard rapidly; I reached in my pants for a needed adjustment as she smiled with approval.

“I wish this was my car” she purred.
I would surely fuck you in it”.

“We can Baby” I said grinning “I own the place”.
“No No” she sighed “ I meant, if it were my car, I would be so wet and horny, I would Fuck you like crazy in it”.
“But it’s too expensive for me” she claimed, as she put her soft hand on my bulging cock.

Looking around I could not resist letting her fondle me as Steven watched.
She found the base of my root and the head of my shaft with strokes and grasps.
I shuddered with intense sensations as she pressed her mouth to my pant and forced her hot breath onto my most sensitive sexual flesh.

“Put me in your mouth” I begged
She stopped, unzipped me and produced my mass. It was ready and rigid.
She grabbed the base with a firm grasp, sliding it all the way to the tip, producing a large pearly droplet.
Taking her tong gently, she touched the droplet, pulling back to savor the taste.

I pushed my wanting head into her mouth as the rush overcame my body. The warm and wet suction was euphoric.
“I want this car” I heard again. “For my pussy”.



I could not think as she stood and turned to lean over the hood of the car.
Revealing her payment of seduction and satisfaction.

I stood tall behind her and inserted myself to the hips with the first deep thrust.
“Stephen” I said “Get the fucking keys and title”

“Now you can earn it Bitch” I shouted as I smacked her ass on every out thrust.
I pushed my length fully and with force, time and time again.
I could feel the walls of her vagina tighten and release, building towards Orgasm.
I thrust and thrust as I reach around to find her swollen clit. It was begging to be touched and rubbed. I rubbed with growing pressure and speed as I matched its pace with my now raging pre explosion.

Soon we came together with deep gushing thrusts.

“Give me the title Stephen” I said breathlessly.
Still inserted fully behind her, I signed the title on her bent back.
Placing it and the keys beside her I said “One more for me”

I closed my eyes and thrust deeper and harder. I could still feel the tingle from the orgasm a moment before. I squeezed my thighs tight, chasing the release again.
I t was only seconds until the second wave hit me.
Everything tightened and gushed again in a knee weakening rush.

I removed my sensitive penis from her and slid it softly into my pants.

Without a word she started her car, quickly pulling out and speeding away.
………………

“Gosh Boss” That was a great show, Steven said with a grin.

I’m glad you liked it because that piece of ass just cost me a $65k sports car.
***smacks himself in the head***

~NT~

~Mischief~ Feng Shui...Fetish Style

Feng Shui Elements

Everything in the world, according to the Chinese, belongs to one of the five Feng Shui elements or energies, those being fire, earth, wood, water and metal. These elements are believed to affect everything we do.

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But you know how my mind works…always combining things that probably shouldn’t be…heh. So without further ado, I give you Feng Shui…Fetish style

Pierce my skin, arouse my body

Make me wet in the place where I potty
I submit myself as a thing of beauty
And make you crazed for a piece of my booty


A warm beverage is often desired
When it comes from a pussy, it’s a taste that’s acquired
Yes, it’s true, there are some that will yearn for the hour
That their mouth can be blessed by my golden shower



Wrapped in your rope, suspended in truss

Your slave it seems, bound and helpless

My nipples and clit harden in anticipation

But the gleam in my eye, belies my cooperation

Hot girls, rolling in the dirt
Makes any red-blooded man want to spurt
How can it be? To me it seems cheesy
It must be they think that Cave Girls are Easy


Here I lie, in the darkened room
Trembling flesh, yours to consume
I offer myself, a Human Sacrifice
But if you burn me, I’ll kick your ass twice