Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

Hands on her butt, he pulled her to him and drove in all the way, grinding his groin against her smooth crotch as she pulled the thong out of the way. She was gasping for air, legs spread, heels bouncing on the floor as he pistoned into her as fast as hips could move.

“Fuck – you are so tight . . . ”

“It feels so good – when you rub me like that – it feels like I’m going to pee!”

“You’re not – you’re just getting hotter – I’m going to make you cum – tell me when you’re getting close . . . ”

She was sweating, but nodded, lower lip still prisoner between pearly teeth. He varied the strokes, length and speed, and shuddered with lust when she started playing with her clit.

“Masturbate – finger yourself – make yourself cum . . . ”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I am!” she moaned, entire body quivering, “I’m cumming real good! Oh, my God! Fuck me! This feels so good!”

“I’m going to cum . . . ” he gasped, trying to hold back, but so close that he knew that he couldn’t.

“Not in me!” she hissed – not inside me – not yet – let me suck you instead.” “Melissa – quick – I can’t hold back . . . ”

She pushed him back and fell onto him, fingers slick with girl gush, slick as the satin fabric of her thong.

She felt her cheeks burning with excitement – felt vaginal contractions making the crotch of her thong even wetter as she focused on the large dark crest of the manhood that had just given her such pleasure. It was the first erection she’d ever seen, and the desire to take it in her mouth was unbearable.

“Cum in my mouth . . . ”

She captured the swollen head between plump lips, pulled uncircumcised flesh back and swirled her tongue around the cunt-flavored crest, loved the taste and texture. She sucked just like she’d learned from reading his stories. It seemed so natural.

The scent of male arousal and the slipperiness of pre- cum increased her eagerness to make him reach orgasm – to shoot a load of warm cum in her mouth.

She lusted for the taste – lusted for the feeling of a man’s cock throbbing in her mouth as it unloaded semen – wanted to swallow like the girl in the story – felt herself reaching orgasm – felt the tingling rush of excitement as she sucked rigid flesh.

“I’m cumming, Melissa . . . ” he gasped, hips raised from the floor.

Sucking harder, she felt her cunt gush in harmony with the wild surge of semen that began overflowing her mouth. She only pulled back out of a desire to take the gush in her mouth, to fill it, to savor the taste and texture of a man’s ultimate excitement.

The slightly salty, swimming pool ambrosia was unlike anything she’d eaten – but she lusted after it, sucked trying to get more, mewed and moaned while frigging herself to explosive climaxes. She didn’t count but there must have been eight or more huge surges of his excitement.

Her wet little cunt continued to spasm as she milked man-seed into her mouth, sucking and nursing on rigid flesh as though her very life depended on it.

“You’re such a good girl . . . ” he whispered, caressing her cheeks and hair.

Breathing in through her nose, she continued to swallow on the insistent source of new pleasure until she realized the flow had stopped, that there wouldn’t be more.

What had been, was no longer rigid, and she released him from a mouth completely coated with cum. A long sigh signaled her deepest sense of satisfaction.

“God, there was so MUCH – do you cum like that every time?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, the same boyish smile at the corner of his mouth.

She was still trying to swallow, but said, “I think you better drive me home now before I get in trouble.” Then she sucked every trace of semen from his cock and carefully tucked it back in his pants. “Did I do it okay?” she asked, patting the concealed treasure contentedly.

“Very nice,” he said, zipping up. “I hope it was good for you. You are such a beautiful girl. Now – go to the bathroom and freshen up before I drive you home. If your folks smell your breath . . . ”

“Elliot,” she said, getting up and wiping her mouth, “I’m so happy, Elliot. I wanted to do that for so long. I was glad it was with you. I’ll freshen up.” She started to leave the room, then turned and looked at him. “This won’t be the last time, will it?”

“I won’t say no. But don’t get serious, okay? I think I just got used to it.” “You did,” she said, and giggled, knowing he knew the truth.

She washed her hands, crotch and thighs, and tried to dry the crotch of her thong with the hairdryer she found on the vanity. When she thought she could pass the parental inspection, she left the bathroom. Elliot was waiting at the front door.

He drove her home and dropped her off as asked, a few doors away from where she lived. She didn’t want parents seeing her getting out of Elliot’s Porsche. That might be too much to explain.

“I’ll send you an email,” she said, brushing hair back and checking her skirt. “Thank you for being so sweet.”

“Glad you liked the taste.”

“Elliot! You are so bad! I gotta go. Thanks for the ride home.”

“You’re a little darling, Melissa. You’re absolutely adorable.”

He smiled, nodded, and drove off with a simple wave of one hand. She went inside and found her mom in the den.

“Hi, mom. Need any help with dinner?”

Her mom looked up from the monitor. “No, baby. It’s in the oven.”

“Daddy home yet?”

“He’s on his way. How was school?”

Already on her way to her room, Melissa tossed the answer over her shoulder like a towel. “Great, mom. I learned a lot today. Things I really needed to know.”

“That’s nice, baby, Education is important. Good grades. Keep ’em up, sweetheart.”

“I will,” said Melissa, almost laughing, picturing Elliot’s thick erection, wanting to fuck him again and again. “I’ll keep ’em up REAL good!”