Lazy Afternoon

By the time I woke up it was already dark outside and I wandered into the living room to find J sitting at the computer working out what he wanted to gamble on for the day. For lack of a second chair in the room I sat on the floor at his side. Despite having slept away the entire day we were both still drained and he mentioned going back to bed for a nap before the football game came on at 7.

Finished with his gambling, he turned to a website for a brothel near Vegas. "R thinks we should go here when I go see him in Vegas next week," he told me as he scanned through thumbnails of girls who were currently "at the ranch" or "not at the ranch". I mentioned I found this fairly boring as I wasn't going to Vegas at all, so definitely not to the ranch. He took the hint and switched over to some short video clips on another site.

We sat watching a few until he came across a series of videos featuring two asian girls, which he knows I have a thing for. I hit him on the arm. "Asshole, why the fuck didn't you start with these? You knew this was here." He grinned without looking away from the screen. I glanced down and noticed a huge hard on poking up beneath his loose sleeping shorts and grinned myself as I reached for him and ran my hand up his thigh and inside. I stuck one little finger out and gently ran it up the length of his cock.

That was all it took for him to turn his chair to face me and pull one side of his shorts up high enough for his cock to fall out into my waiting hand. I looked up into his face and circled the head with my tongue while slowly stroking him with my hand. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his soft moans barely audible beneath the sounds of the two asian girls eating each other out on the looped video J had left running on the screen. He reached for my head to push my mouth further down on his cock, but I decided he wasn't the boss of me just then and slapped his hands away from me. Apparently he was too tired to argue because he let his hands drop to my shoulders while I continued my hand job with bonus tongue. When I finally did take him all the way in my mouth it was enough to send him over the edge and I tasted come almost immediately.

When I had swallowed that, licked him clean, and returned him properly back inside his shorts, he reached one hand up to click off the window with the video loop, which had suddenly become somewhat annoying to listen to. I wrapped my arms around him while he pulled me to his chest with his other arm and held me there stroking my hair. "Well that was relaxing," he said. "Don't think I'll be needing that nap after all."

Wordless

I don’t wake up until you rub your cock against my face. I am groggy as I open my eyes and see you looming over me. Your body glows pale blue with the light from the street lamps. Your hand grabs the hair at the base of my neck and pulls tight. You brush your cockhead against my mouth. With this silent command I part my lips for you and you feed it to me. Your grip on my hair holds me steady for you as you fuck my mouth and throat like a pussy. Your cock is thick and long and fills my whole mouth, and I wonder vaguely about how many girls you‘ve had that never learned to deep throat and nearly choked on you. I can’t stop the tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. My eyes fly open in surprise when you yank my head back and off of you, but by the time I focus on the place you were standing, you have already moved behind me and torn the blankets away from my naked body. Your hands grip my hips and pull me to my knees and you plunge inside me so hard that my head hits the headboard. I start to put my hand up to protect my head, but it’s hardly necessary: a feel your hand close around the back of my neck as you force my head down hard into the mattress. I can’t turn my head to look at you and I can’t really breathe well with my mouth and nose pressed so hard to the bed, but I can move enough to rock back against you in time with your thrusts, and I can definitely feel the brutal slap you are administering to my cheeks. I don’t need to see them to know that they are glowing red. My fingers move to my clit and I start to rub in furious circles while you pound me faster and harder from behind. You hand has moved from my neck back to my head, and now you’re pulling my hair so hard my scalp is on fire. When I start to come you slam into me hard and then stay there, letting my pulsing cunt squeeze your cock again and again.. I haven’t even begun to catch my breath when you slide your cock out of me. You are slick with my juices now and I suddenly feel you pressing against my rosebud, testing me. I freeze in fear and think please, no, you’re way too big…but I am unable to speak. Besides it’s already too late. Not for you this teasing me into relaxing. You force the whole thing in on the first thrust as your hand clamps down on my mouth to stifle my scream. The tears have started again, but this time it’s more than just a trickle. The pain is almost unbearable and I want to push you away, but my arms have turned to lead and I am helpless to stop you. I feel your hand reach underneath me and you mercifully start to stroke my clit with your fingers. It relaxes me a little, but you’re too big for it to make much difference in the pain .Behind me I hear your breath quicken and now you’re fucking me so hard I’m genuinely afraid you’re going to rip me. An ecstatic moan escapes your lips when you come. I feel your cock pulse inside me and fill me with your hot load, which thankfully seems to sooth the pain. You pull out of me and I collapse forward sweaty and hurting and too tired to move or care. My head is swimming out of consciousness, but I think I feel your lips brush against mine, though you may have already been gone. The last thought I have before I drift back to sleep is that we never spoke a single word.

Desired

"8 o'clock sharp," complained J under his breath, glancing at the sloppy drunk two stools away from me at the bar.

Thursday had moved to Friday for the week, being that I was out of town for a few days. I had flown back to town in the late afternoon, and was tired from traveling, so I took a nap before getting dressed for the walk to the bar. It was a slow walk with me wearing high heeled boots and the sidewalks covered with fresh, slippery wet snow, and I didn't get there until about 20 after. Which was about two and a half seconds after another bar regular had managed to stumble out of her cab and into the bar, already a drunken mess. She then proceeded to engage us both in pointless meandering conversation, though she was too drunk to notice our exasperated looks at one another.

We did manage to sneak away later on (twice, once for a greedy blow job and again for a good pounding bent over the sink), but easily the hottest moment of my night was "8 o'clock sharp"; spoken not as a command or an admonishment, but in a tone of near desperation, and picturing J thinking of me while glancing at the clock repeatedly (perhaps actually worried that I wouldn't show up?) while trying not to chop up his fingers along with the lemons.

How sexy it feels to be desired like that.

Brevity

Sometimes leaving things to the imagination is the best way to go. Here's an e-mail I sent to Q that sparked much, um, rejoicing:


Re: Story

Once upon a time there was this guy Q who had a friend named Amber who wanted bent over and fucked. The end.

Sometimes

Sometimes my fingers; sometimes a vibe
Sometimes in bed; sometimes in the bath
Sometimes quietly; sometimes screaming
Sometimes quickly, sometimes all night
But always, always with thoughts of you.

I love Compliments

S: so E is drunk tuesday
S: I mean fucking hammered
Brancie: yes, i was there
S: were you there when he was describing K's ass as "grecian"?
S: and how he'd like to stick his dick in it?
Brancie: oh yes.
S: ok, but you weren't there for when he tried to give H head
S: not once
S: not twice
S: but 3 times
Brancie: no, that i missed
S: he settled for just spooning with H instead
Brancie: H should have just let him. he can close his eyes and pretend it's a girl
Brancie: seriously, one of these days someone should call his bluff and see how far he'll take it
S: i have... and its far enough to convince me that he is, at the least, bi
Brancie: details, dick
S: I was wearing shorts... he tried to put his hand up my pants... I let him get to my boxers before I decided I was going to lose this game of chicken
Brancie: bah, that's nothing. someone needs to see if he'll put his mouth on their dick.
S: no one is willing to take those odds, I assure you
Brancie: chickens. you guys are lame, seriously. what's the big deal? you get your dick sucked out of it.
Brancie: if i had one i'd do it
S: it would be not at all scaring to us
S: silly woman
S: don't you have something to cook?
Brancie: you're lying, you're afraid if you let E suck your dick people will find out and label you gay
S: no
S: It honestly doesn't do anything for me
Brancie: close your eyes and pretend it's me
S: I doubt he is THAT good at sucking dick
Brancie: or actually no, not me, some other girl.
Brancie: yeah i don't want him ruining my reputation
Brancie: he needs more experience if he's gonna pretend to be me. he'd choke on you.

Thursday Night's Events

I showed up at the bar in a short khaki skirt and a little pink lace top. I saw him take this in when he opened the door for me. So far so good.

The usual routine ensued. Beer for me, football on tv, J chops fruit, gets ice, stocks the bar, etc. We do the whole "What?" dance. He tells me about his roommate's new skank girlfriend and complains about her always using his contact solution, so frequently that he's taken to hiding it in his room. Oddly, I had a dream earlier in the week that J and I were at a bar together and for some reason he decided to take his contacts out while we were at the bar. Then he gave them to me with his contact solution to hold onto for him so he wouldn't lose them. I tell him about the dream, and he agrees that it was weird. Then he says, "I had a really weird dream last night, but it was sexual. Do you want to hear about it?"

I shrug.

"You were in it," he offered.

"Oh, well in that case I definitely want to hear it."

"It's weird because in my dream you had a khaki skirt on too. Hmm." He pointedly looks at my skirt. "Anyway, you came in the bar and you were acting all cocky for some reason. And I was like, 'The fuck's wrong with you?' And you wouldn't stop. So then all of a sudden you pull your skirt up and you're wearing this little strap on. And I mean little like this: (estimates about 4 inches with his fingers). And I started laughing at you like 'What do you think you're going to do with that little thing?' You know?"

I laugh because it's the exact same reaction he would have had were it for real and not just a dream.

"So then you're like 'I'm gonna fuck you with it.' And you did! You bent me over the pool table. You called me your whore."

"HAHAHA! I did?" I think this is great, but also hilarious because I just can't picture that happening in real life.

"Yeah, you did. I remember you calling me your whore."

"That's hot."

"No it isn't. It's just weird," he concludes. "But then when I woke up I remembered that I'm still supposed to fuck you in the ass (this is in reference to some deal we made while we were on vacation together a while ago) and then I had to jerk off."

"Really? That's hot too." He knows I love it when he tells me he was thinking about me and jerking off.

The whole time he's talking he keeps glancing at my skirt. I kept shifting around on the barstool hoping he'd catch a glimpse of my cute pink panties.

J excused himself to use the bathroom and I turned back to the football game. When he came back out he yelled to me, "Hey did you see they stained the doors?" The owner had put up new doors for the bathrooms a while back and they had stayed bare wood for months. I walked back to where he was standing to check out their handiwork. After admiring the door for a bit, J suddenly reached down and pulled the edge of my skirt up to my waist. He looked at me for a second and then grinned and said "Just checking." I laughed and wrapped my arm around his waist to hug him, but before I could get any closer he ran his hand down my stomach and then trailed his finger along the edge of my panties. I leaned forward to bury my head in his shoulder and kissed his neck. He had wrapped his other arm around me now and was cupping my ass in his hand, holding me against him. His fingers moved from the edge of my panties to my clit which he pushed down on with his thumb. I shuddered and leaned hard against him, clutching at his shoulder now as he began massaging my clit through my panties. His breath was hot against my cheek and I could feel him growing hard against my leg. He was getting me so worked up, working his fingers in tiny circles. I could feel myself getting close and I reached down and plunged two fingers into my pussy, finger fucking myself while he sped up his own pace. When I came I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming so the owner (who lives upstairs) wouldn't hear. J's arm wrapped around me holding me against him is all that kept me from falling to the floor. Knees still shaking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head in his shoulder while I caught my breath. "I jerked off to you this morning, so I thought I would jerk you off too," he said.

"Well that's sweet of you," I laughed. He held me like that for another minute and then pulled me into the bathroom with him, closing the door behind us.

"You liked hearing about that dream, didn't you?" he teased while he undid his shorts. "You like thinking about fucking my ass and calling me a whore."

"I like to think of it both ways," I told him.

He reached out and pulled me closer to him. "Oh you do, do you? You like to think about me fucking your ass?" He was half growling, half whispering this to me, his mouth against my ear. My hand found his cock and I began stroking him slowly.

"Yes," I said, "and I think you need to come over again, and very soon."* I pushed the edge of my panties out of the way and started rubbing his dick against my pussy lips, soaking him with my juices. He kept talking to me while I rubbed him against me.

"I'm going to show up one morning and wake you up. You're going to be on your knees and getting 10 inches in your ass. I am going to pound the fuck out of you, just like you were pounding my ass on the pool table. You're going to be my whore just like I was your whore in that dream. And I don't want to hear any 'ow's either. Your ass is going to be so sore you won't be able to go back to sleep. And you're going to love it. When I'm through with you you'll be begging me to cum in your ass."

Just when I started to think I couldn't take any more of his talk, he pushed me away from him and spun me around to face the sink. When he pushed my skirt up to my waist and yanked my poor soaking wet panties to my knees he said, "I have to warn you, I'm so turned on I'm going to be really quick." True to his word, after 5 or 6 good hard thrusts he pulled out and covered my ass in hot cum.

I've spent every morning since then laying in bed an extra few minutes hoping to hear a knock at the door.

* A couple of weeks ago, J showed up at my door unannounced at 6:30 in the morning. I had sent him a text that night to tell him I'd written a piece of fiction about him (this one ) and he'd called back when he got home and had me read it to him. He told me he was going to bed and hung up, and the next thing I knew he was standing on my front porch. Sorry I didn't relay the details to you all, but this one is for me. :-)