Sunday, 26 October 2014

Erotic Literature — Part 4: House Call

Sitting in a taxi, avoiding small talk with the chatty driver, he wondered what was in store. An invitation to her house in Clonskeagh for the night had him in a strange state of excitement tainted with guilt. He couldn’t get the girl with the minstrel eyes out of his mind, he hadn’t heard from her since the party yet felt a strange connection to her from their brief encounter. The taxi came to a halt, he paid and stepped out of the car and onto the path. He looked up at the massive house, vines decorated the pillars by the front door. He knocked.

She answered the door in a white lace negligée, she was done up, her hair was perfect, her skin looked pure and soft while her eyes glinted with an aroused excitement. She said nothing, but winked, turned and walked away, he followed her, closing the door behind him.
“Scotch?”
An offer he accepted.
She handed him his drink before sitting down on a small leather couch, the smooth sounds of Nirvana playing in the background. He took a seat beside her, her legs looked phenomenal, her skin slipped over  the leather with ease, she bit her lip gliding her leg forward, brushing against his. Words were infrequent, yet the conversation was heated, filthy and bold. As if a string snapped between them they lunged together, his hands exploring her body, her head thrown back as he kissed down her neck to her chest.
Tearing at each others clothes like wild animals, every ounce of awkwardness and raw desire coming out in their actions. He slipped her silk thong down her smooth legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders he held the tip of his hard penis at the entrance to her wet pussy, slowly applying pressure he dipped the tip in only to feel her hands on his ass pulling his whole cock inside her. Gasping with relief he began to lower himself into her, the angle was perfect for him to penetrate her deeply, his balls full of cum slapped heavily against her ass as he entered her, her hands pulling him in deep and fast.
Sitting up to pull his t shirt over his head she reached forward feeling his toned chest, releasing his shoulders from her leg grasp and wrapping them around his waist. Holding her by her thighs he stood to his feet, her petite frame gripping onto him by his cock. She bounced on his hard shaft while he held her, then he lay her on a table, held her legs in each hand and started to fuck her harder. As he came close to finishing he took his cock from her pussy and started to stroke it, she to began rubbing her pussy. Watching each other masturbate thrilled them both and it wasn’t long before her clit started to twitch with pleasure as she came to orgasm, his thick hot cum providing some extra lube.

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