Mirror Sex

Mirror Sex

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Courtney gets something from her boyfriend Jeremy, but there's a debt to pay.

Summary

Courtney gets something from her boyfriend Jeremy, but there's a debt to pay.

Content

Submitted: June 24, 2017

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Content

Submitted: June 24, 2017

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Mirror Sex

 

The mirror is the kind I’ve been searching for.  It carries the sophisticated feel of a full-length mirror that my master bedroom lacked since I built my house a year ago.  I promise myself that each piece of furniture I buy will have some meaning to it and so no ordinary piece will do.  Most of the pieces I collect so far are antiques or gently used items I find at thrift stores.  The items chosen are in great shape but may need a little tender love and care to make them good as new. 

I don’t mind this kind of work either.  Like my boyfriend Jeremy who is a building contractor, I love working with my hands.  My work on my home project only comes in my free time of course, when not playing executive assistant to a cranky boss of a local medical supply company.  This weekend like every other before it, I would go shopping at antique stores looking for the latest piece to grace my home.

This find of the old-fashioned mirror Jeremy carries through my door though is perfect.  It goes so well with my other distressed furniture in my master bedroom.  I jump for joy as Jeremy wipes it down with a microfiber cloth and turns to me with a smirk. 

“I found it at a garage sale on the way here,” he says with the blink of his dark eyes watching me do my happy dance.

“Really?  It looks brand new!” I say as I gaze at the lovely woodwork along the frame in awe.  It requires no work whatsoever.

“Very nice swanky house was having an estate sale.  The kind you usually like to go to for your garage sales when the opportunity arises.”

I drool over this piece like you wouldn’t believe as I touch the frame lovingly.  Jeremy knows how crazy I am about finding hidden gems in someone’s garage and getting them for a dollar only to clean it up and sell it to an antique store where I make a $200 or $300 profit if I don't keep it for myself.  Naturally, with that kind of return, I turn my boyfriend on to this hobby.  He always looks for garage sales while on the road to a job site.

“How long is that sale?” I ask wondering if there could be more hidden gems to be discovered.

“Oh, they were just about done and well-picked over.  Sorry,” he pouts slightly for my benefit I think.  It makes him look more adorable than he already is to me.

I snap my fingers.  “Damn.”

Jeremy looks to the mirror again and then me with raised dark eyebrows.  “Do you really like it?”

“Really love it, Jer.  You did great!”  I toss my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately on the lips in the hope that it shows a tinge of my gratitude.  “So what do I owe you?”

“Mmmm, more of that!  Give me some more sugar, girl!” 

I kiss him again yet pull away before he may respond to me.  I grin at him like the tease I love to be.  “Will that do or is more expected to pay off my debt in full?”

Jeremy grins back at me after seeing the playful look in my eye.  “Oh, if you mean to pay it in full…”  He looks down at me in my usual Saturday attire of yoga pants and a tank top.  “I think you’re way over-dressed.  Need to fix that.”

He peels me out of my top.  Slowly his eyes admire my full breasts, propped up and sitting pretty in my new satin bra.  It is set in a delicious shade of scarlet to match my tank top now forgotten on the floor. 

“And what about now?” I ask coyly.

“We’re getting somewhere, but not quite there yet,” he answers as he kisses between my breasts that rise and fall with my laboring breath.

The sensual kiss does not stop there.  It rests for a bit of lip action at my pierced navel before Jeremy grabs each side of my yoga pants.  Without any fight from me, he peels me out of them revealing my satin thong panties to match.  He grins up at me while I put my hands on my slim hips. 

I am well aware of his favorite color.  It’s why I’m wearing it.  I’ve never known a man so interested in my underclothes before, but I sure love showing them off to him.  They make me feel beautiful as he always does whenever he looks at my body.

“And now?  Wait.  Come to think of it, you are a bit over-dressed too, mister.”  I shake my finger at him.

Jeremy nuzzles my mound, panties and all.  I bite my lip with a gasp feeling moist at his proximately to the area I want him most to play with.  Just further south.  I pant a little with his light kisses all over my mound.

He murmurs at the lowest point where my thighs meet, “No changing the subject.  This is about your debt, not mine.”

My boyfriend slips his hand along the smooth gusset pressing gently against me.  Probing me with each pass of his thumb to the nub of nerves, he shoots me to a wanton place.  I moan while running my hand through his trim dark hair and rub myself into his touch.  All the while, Jeremy also squeezes my ass cheek multiple times.  The last time he swats it making me gasp at its pleasing sting.

“Oooh, well am I still over-dressed?” I inquire when he walks me in front of him but facing the full-length mirror he bought me.  He kisses my ass he just swats again.

“Uh-hmm,” he replies as he pulls my panties down slowly to my ankles.

I step out of them but am surprised when my bra is no longer clasped behind me.  I am only holding it on by the cups.  Off goes his t-shirt, and I hear the zip of his jeans.  He reaches for my arms and brings me back toward his hot body.  My bra is forgotten like the rest of my clothes. Jeremy is already sprung and ready.  I find that so am I as I breathe harder in my growing excitement.

“Oh, my…” I gasp innocently yet wiggle my ass on his hard drill.  I wet it with pre-cum as it slides over and between the cheeks.

Jeremy bends me over without warning and spreads my ass as he presses his thickness within.  When I glance up in my hiss, he reflects back at me from the mirror.  Lust consumes his expression at my backside he fills and then more of it when he thrusts inside me.  His eyes meet mine, and I shudder with the heat of it and the burn. 

“Fuck!” he cries.

I bite my lip but remember to relax always for this man can be unpredictable.  His face is flushed like mine in the mirror, but so hot in his abandon to what he wants, which is me.  Can there be any more heady feeling than knowing you are the object of desire for your lover?  I certainly know there isn't.  It damn sure makes me eager to feed that desire, to please him better than anyone he has ever seen.

My breast jiggle before me and his eyes are trained on them, mesmerized.  His hands follow their movement as he gropes them and pinches the nipples.   Moaning, I’ve crossed my hands behind me like he taught me.  I’m still bent over taking all that my boyfriend has to give me.  He's worked himself fully inside my ass now, and it just feels so right to be possessed as he wants.  His big ball sack slaps my wet slit over and over harder with each thrust making me whimper with need.

His big paws are on each side of my hips forcing me toward his thrusts.  Jeremy’s found the rhythm that suits him, and it’s punishing how deep he is inside my tight bumhole.  I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but it's so worth it!  This is the way I love my cool and collected boyfriend.  I help him as much as I can so excited by the desire viewed in his eyes.

Both of us are breathing hard.  While I would like to say I can hold out, I can’t imagine it when he’s honing into that spot he owns making me cum this way.  I see the knowledge in his eyes.  The flex of his body lightly sweats and is taunt meeting mine with no signs of stopping.  And then he pulls out!  The emptiness is sudden.

"No," I groan at him my disapproval, yet his smile turns wicked. 

“That was for me.  This is for you, Court.”

He enters my other dripping hole that up to this point felt neglected and achy.  It sucks his cock wanting to milk it.  Already my walls twinge.  I am so close.  His balls still assault my clit sweetly with his rapid thrust hammering me.  I am drenched now as he fulfills my need with shattering results that sweep upon me stealing my control.

“Jeremy!” I cry out over and over. 

My boyfriend slides home with purpose despite the confines of my slick walls and quakes.  He follows my cumming.  His warm jizz fills me.  My banks overflow leaking down my jelly for legs.  Jeremy hauls me up pressed in deep and falls back onto the bed with me on top of him.  I giggle in the thrill of him holding me tight. 

“So does that mean you’re satisfied with your payment?” I asked innocently as I eye him with the turn of my head.  

“Only in part.”  He pulls my black hair out of his face.  “This mirror has given me some ideas to try.”

I lifted my eyebrow at the spark of mischief in his eye.  “Oh, yeah, like…?”

He kissed my arm as he rubbed it with his fingertips.  “You’ll see in good time.  I’m glad you wanted it.”

Hell, so am I.  Now I get two good uses out of the mirror for the price of one!


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