April 26, 2009

Back Against A Wall

I wasn't sure I'd even remember the password associated with logging in, but apparently I remember more than I think. It has been an incredible amount of time since I've written anything here. Life has kicked it up a notch and some things have simply fallen by the way. There was an experience yesterday that inspired me to get back in touch with the storyteller inside. I was pleased...

He silently watched as she reached across the table to wipe up crumbs. The hem of the oversized shirt she called pajamas came precariously close to exposing the generous curve of her ass. A trace of disappointment came when he spied the edge of her panties. When would she learn that he preferred her panties either folded up in the dresser, discarded in a moment of haste on the bedroom floor, or anywhere but covering her lovely ass from his view?

Moving up behind her, he put his hands under the soft material and reached for her panties. Startled, she straightened. She found herself pressed against the warm front of his body. Relaxing against him, she laughed softly as his hands began to work the panties over her hips and down her thighs.

“I forgot the rule…”

“Daddy doesn’t like for the puss to be covered when there is not a need.”

When the panties fell to her ankles, she kicked them away with her toes. His fingers slid across the lower curve of her belly to rest against the soft, trimmed curls above the apex of her thighs. He was hit with the fresh, damp scent of her. Pulling her hair to the side, his tongue touched her neck and left a damp trail to her lobe.

Lust rose high. He turned her to face him and then walked her purposefully backward until she bumped the wall. Her hands curled around his neck pulling him down to her mouth. As her tongue ran across the seam of his lips, she closed her eyes. His hands were still on her hips and she felt his fingers pressing into her skin as the kiss became deep and wet. Pulling away, he grabbed for the shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She reached for him, but he avoided her hands and held her arms against her body.

“Don’t move.”

She pressed her palms against the wall and obeyed. He sank to his knees in front of her.

“I want to play with you.”

With gentleness, he spread her thighs and stared openly at the swollen folds in front of him. Glancing up, he took in the warm flush of arousal covering her breasts and her already hardening nipples. Her breathing had increased, but he was determined to draw this out for his own amusement.

He used his fingers to spread her slick and swollen lips, opening her up for a more intense, probing touch. Leaning in, he breathed deep. Oh yes, this was a favorite scent of his. With a broad stroke of his tongue he swept down from her clit to the tight hole at the base. A slick, tangy sweet wetness filled his mouth. She gasped.

Two fingers slid against the opening, testing the readiness. With steady pressure, he slid two fingers inside while he used his other thumb to press onto the hardening bud of her clit. Her body shuddered and he felt her knees begin to weaken as she leaned more heavily against the wall.

With his fingers buried knuckle deep inside, he moved his mouth over her clit. At first, he teased with short flicks of his tongue and she groaned, pressing her hips against his mouth. She wanted hard sucking of her clit, but she had forgotten who was in control of this little game.


His teeth bit down on her clit just hard enough to remind her that what she wanted wasn’t as important as what he knew she needed. He began a steady rhythm of pushing, pulling, and curling those two fingers inside of her. His mouth alternated between fast flicks, long pulls, and intense bites against her hooded clit.

She was panting and trembling against the wall. Her hands had moved close to his head, but she hadn’t touched. He could feel the walls of her sex tightening and beginning to clench harder around his fingers. Her orgasm was closing in and he had a strong desire to have his thick cock buried inside her when it did.

He pulled his fingers out and stood. She protested the loss, but he brushed his fingers over her mouth and she immediately sucked them inside. Her tongue curled around his fingers, sliding down between and over the bump of his knuckle. She greedily ate the sticky wetness off his fingers and began a deep, pulling suction on his skin. Her mouth made the promise of pleasure if only he’d give her more flesh.

“Not this time baby. Daddy has other plans for you.”

He pulled her away from the wall and turned her so that she was facing away. He walked her to the edge of the table and bent her down over it. The cold table was pleasure pain against her sensitive nipples. She could feel him spreading the cheeks of her ass. She smiled a knowing womanly smile at the sight that would greet him.

“You’re hot and so slick like you always are for me. You’re ready for Daddy to fuck you, aren’t you, my dirty little whore?”

Pushing her ass more firmly in the air toward him was her only answer. Her pussy was aching and demanding relief. She shifted and let her fingers slide against the swollen lips. Her fingers found her clit and began to rub in hard little circles. He simply watched her for a moment.

With the head of his dick, he nudged her fingers out of the way. He strummed the tip against her clit and rocked into the hooded pleasure point. She shuddered with the need to come. With deliberate movements, he stroked his dick from her clit down to her flooded hole and back up. He repeated the movements several times until she begged.


“Please what?”


Slowly, he pushed into her. Her pussy was so wet; he knew she’d be able to take his entire thick rod into her. The tight, wet walls of her puss pulled against his flesh as she stretched easily to accommodate his thick length. He began a steady, fast-paced rhythm that had him pounding her body with his.

She could feel the edge of the table cutting into the soft swell below her belly button, but little did she care. She wanted to feel him losing control against her back. She welcomed the sucking grasp of her body to his every time he pulled away and pushed back in. Straining toward their orgasm, he pushed against her back with his hand and she moaned.

Her orgasm rushed over her body in a wave of sensation. He groaned and she knew his dick was spurting his release against her velvety walls. She lay still as he thrust a last time against her. When he slid from her body, she tightened just a bit. She could feel a drop of his release trickling down over her sensitive lips to her clit. The perfect end to a perfect fuck.