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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A couple tries to cool down on a hot summers day, but it ends up hotter than it started. My first story, based on real events. Hope you enjoy!

Summary

A couple tries to cool down on a hot summers day, but it ends up hotter than it started.
My first story, based on real events. Hope you enjoy!

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Submitted: October 31, 2015

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Content

Submitted: October 31, 2015

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I smiled as I entered the kitchen again.

My boyfriend was laying on the tile floor of the kitchen. He ditched his school tie. His breathing was a bit heavier than normal. I guess he hadn't cooled down from my earlier teasing...

We have been together for nearly 8 months. It may not seem long to many, but we have been friends long before we started dating. And things are going very good between us. No fights, no cheating or lying. It's been perfect. He's been perfect.

I went and sat down next to him, taking a sip of the water bottle I had set down nearby. He gladly accepted when I offered him a sip, gluping it down as if he hadn't had a drink in years. I started to get up, but the firm hand I placed on his chest made him stay down. He shot me a confused look, but I kissed it away. I had work to do.

He had been under a lot of stress lately. Exams were just around the corner. His writing was starting to dwindle slightly. And he had to worry about being caught by my dad.It's not like we have had sex or anything, but we both prefer him not knowing the places our mouths have travelled to... And right now, we were in a danger zone. In my parents office on the kitchen floor. My dad just two rooms away busy with an all important client. No wonder he was worried...

I lied down next to him on the cold tiles. It was a great way to cool down on this hot Friday afternoon. Probably not as good as a swim, but we did the best we could.

My left leg wrapped around his hips while I softly kissed his neck. I could feel his hard on pressing against my thigh. I couldn't help but smile. It was such a turn on for me to know the effect I had on him. I love seeing and feeling him react, discovering his weak spots and what makes him tick. I adored the sound of his moan against my skin. It makes me tingle in all the right ways. I love knowing that I bring him pleasure.

I guess that's why I enjoy being a sub. Today, however, I want to show him how much pleasure it can bring to give the other person complete control.

I undid the first two buttons on his shirt, moving it aside to expose his left nipple. We had both laughed a few days ago when we discovered how sensitive his nipples were, and the irony that my nipples were barely sensitive at all. My nipples only reacted when they felt his amazingly skilled tongue softly running over them. But his quick fingers barely did anything to bring them to attention.

He gasped as I ran two fingers over his little nub. I looked up to see his face contorted with pleasure. It sent a shock straight to my pussy. I continued to work with it, pinching and rolling his nippple between my fingers before shifting over and licking over it. I felt his cock twitch as a surge ran through his body. I gently nibbled and sucked on the nub before moving to the right nipple, following the same pattern. The low grumble in his chest and the twitch in his cock told me he was enjoying this.

I sat up, and ran my fingers up and down his body. I love his body. He was just the right. He was not muscularly defined, but he wasn't a stickman. He had long legs to swoon over and a nice pair of biceps that more often than not act as my pillow. You can only see his abs when he gasps in pleasure, and only feel them when you press your fingers into him. It is a good indicator whether I'm doing something right. He often complains that he wants to get all jacked up, but I told him he doesn't have to do it for me. I love him doesn't matter how he looks, because he does the same for me. I'm much shorter than he is, and I got the curvy side of the genes. That combination makes me a bit more to the bigger side than normal. But hey, I've still got the curves. Luckily, my boyfriend is an ass man, and he enjoys suckling on my 34DD breasts. My field hockey also helps keep my legs nice and toned. It's only my tummy I'm complaining about. But he doesn't.

I run my fingers across the band of his pants, slowly sliding them inside to pull up his jockey. I was surprised to touch his head instead. I peaked inside to see the engorged head sticking out of his underwear. He hasn't been this hard in a while..

I slide in my hand and wrap it around his cock. He barely contains his moan. Damn he is so sensitive. Slowly I start working his cock, twisting my wrist the way I know he likes. His face again twists in pleasure. Smiling, I slide my other hand over his nipples again. His beautiful blue eyes shoot open for the first time since I started. They beg me to stop. I don't. I know he has unparalleled amounts of stamina. He won't blow his load yet. Especially not from a handjob.

Suddenly we heard footsteps. Both of us shot up, quickly covering everything that needs to be covered. But the footsteps never entered the kitchen. We laughed. Both of us were extremely on edge.

I absentmindedly ran my hand over my skipants underneath my skirt. I considered removing it when I went to the bathroom earlier, but the risk was too high. I was surprised to feel how wet I already was, since I had received no stimulation myself. I smiled and looked up at him, but his eyes were on my hand. I took his hand and guided it to the band of my pants, willing him to slide his hand inside. He didn't need much convincing. His eyes widened when he felt my wet pussy beneath his fingers. He immediately found my clit and rubbed it in soft circles. I bit my lip, overcome with the pleasure. I buck my hips, and he obliges, moving his fingers to my entrance. I slip my hand inside his pants, wrapping my hand around it once again. I stroke him in time with his fingering. We both writhe in pleasure. He puts in a second finger, picking up the pace. I almost moan and squeeze his cock, willing him to stop, and he does. He knows I don't have his stamina.

As soon as he removes his fingers, I pull his cock out of his pants. I've been hungry for too long. I smile at him, and he rests against the cabinet. Slowly I suck and lick his tip, swirling my tongue around. He closes his eyes to thoroughly enjoy it. I start bobbing my head up and down, going a little deeper each time. Then surprising him, I push down, forcing his cock into my throat. I stay there a few seconds, then release, gasping for air. I stroke his wet cock while taking in his reaction. His eyes pierce through me and will me to do it again. I smile and go down again, forcing him down my throat. Then I hear him searching on the counter top, and a warm light shines on me. I glance up to see his phone's flash pointed towards me. I continue, knowing that he is taping me, and try to give him as much of a show as I can. He only records me for about two minute before he stops. I deepthroat him once more before we hear footsteps again. Again we cover up, again no one appears.

Then he pulls me onto his lap. He knows I love being on top, grinding him. It always hits my clit perfectly, and it brings my to orgasm the quickest. I immediately start grinding him hard, biting his neck with pleasure. Another weak spot. He thrusts up and I moan in his ear. We go crazy, dry humping to our hearts content. It doesn't last long, as we hear footsteps. And once more, no one appears.

The next phase. I undo the buttons of my shirt and reveal my black lace bra. It's his favourite. He zooms in on my boobs, and starts playing with them. His eyes light up like a little boy on Christmas Day and he just got his presents. He knows my nipples won't react to his lovely touch, but my pussy will. Then he gets his phone again. I know what he wants. I take his thick cock out again just as he hits record. I rub his head all over the lace and between my cleavage. He takes his cock in his hand and takes control while I rub and move my tits over and around him. His head is swollen to the max, bloodred. This continues again until we hear footsteps. He ends the recording and we cover again, but the stupid pattern of interruption continues.

Once we calmed down, he slides his hands inside my panties once again, gathers up some of my wetness, and rubs it over his nipple. I move in and lick it up, tasting my sweet honey on him. It makes me drip even more. I start wanking him again, and I'm startled to hear his voice again.

"I'm never this hard when I'm alone."

"I'm never this wet when I'm alone," I retaliate. This earns me a passionate kiss and a throb of his cock. Then he pushes me down and slides my skipants down.

I assume he is going to eat me out. He knows I absolutely adore it. But he suprises me by flipping me over onto all fours, and I know what I'm getting instead isn't a bad substitute.

He pulls my panties down and rubs his cock over my dripping pussy. He once again grabs his phone. Once he hits record, he starts grinding my ass. He knows and respects my wish to stay a virgin until I'm married, but I've never stopped him from trying anal. His pushes harder onto my anus, forcing his head into my ass. Unfortunately, I'm still too tight for him to go any further, since he is so thick, and we don't have enough time or privacy to stretch me properly. We've only done anal once before, but it hurt me so badly, we haven't done it again in a while. Luckily he seems contempt with what I have to offer today. He continues to pull out then force in again and again, spanking me softly every now and again. He ends his video by grinding between my ass cheeks squeezing the tight flesh.

I almost didn't realise he was done, before he pulled my panties and skipants back into place. I rolled over onto my back as he fixed his own pants back into place. I pulled him on top of me and kissed his passionately. He resonded with the same passion, along with grinding me. I moan into his mouth as his body crushes my clit with each thrust. Before I know it, my orgasm washes over me beautifully. He holds me close as I shake with pleasure, and I swear he was almsot shaking more than me. I sense he is close as well, and I reach down so I can bring him to his release, but he shakes his head and kisses me. That is his indication that he is fully satisfied.

I feel bad, and start trying to find ways to convince him for me to suck him off, but we hear the final pair of footsteps that will bother us. These belong to my brother, and he walks into the kitchen.

I never got the chance to taste him again that afternoon. But I knew, he would enjoy himself that evening, watching me in my absence.


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