Ladies & Freaks (when I address you all as such ladies, you are one and the same.),
We have a new story that's been submitted to me. Enjoy!
"I really hate him."
That's what I keep telling myself, even as we drive back from spending a splendid evening with his lovely family. "I can't stand his charming, sexy, sweet, successful, doting, hung-like-a-stallion-and-fucks-like-one-too ass." Sounds like bullshit even to me. But it's necessary bullshit. 'Cause a man like that thinks he's irresistible, and if I were a lesser diva, he'd be right. However what's missing from that list is responsible. I'm grown; responsibility is important. So, "Why am I here?" you ask. I wish I had an answer.
Plunkplunk, plunkplunk--flat tire...GREAT. And of course Prince Charming, Captain Irresponsibility doesn't have a spare. Now, as we drive back to his lovely family, the flat tire plunkplunking annoyingly, the "I hate yous" become increasingly more believable. His brother puts us up in his man-cave. I take the pullout bed and Prince Charming takes the sofa.
Just as I'm falling asleep, I feel his presence. I open my eyes and before I can protest he shushes me. He leans over me. Not sure why, but I'm nervous. I start to protest again and he looks at me pleadingly. It's not a begging look, more earnest and desirous. Before I know it, he's slid into bed, on top of me. There goes that irresistible shit. He kisses me like it's the last time he ever will (knowing me, it could be), slides his hand under my tank-top and brushes across my nipple. I tremble and moan involuntarily. He nibbles on my earlobe and whispers "Keep it down". I reach down and caress the already dripping head of his member and me moans as he grinds against me. "You keep it down." I challenge him.
His hand continues south and slides inside me with ease. I whimper. He tugs at boyshorts. "You might wanna take off the D&Gs baby. They're soaked." He pulls them off and disappears under the covers. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and starts to taste my juices. First sampling delicately, then devouring voraciously. I'm damn near choking trying not to scream and he's loving every minute of it. The more I squirm, the tighter he grips my thighs, tattooing his name on me with his tongue. He doesn't stop until I've come twice. Then without warning he begins sliding his 9.5 inches inside of me. "OH MY GOD!" He lets slip more loudly than he should. My legs are still over his shoulders as he grips my waist with both hands and slow strokes me, literally taking my breath away. I can't hold it anymore, a third and fourth orgasm in rapid succession.
I can't keep quiet now, no matter how hard I try. He lets my legs fall to his waist, wraps one arm around my waist and clasps his free hand over my mouth. With his new found leverage, he picks up the pace. My body has completely succumb to him. I can't even muster the will to hold on to him as he pounds away primatively. He pulls his arm from beneath me and holds my legs up by pressing his forearm against my the back of my thighs and slips his middle and ring fingers into my mouth. He slows his pace and slow-strokes me again until we're both on the brink of orgasm. Then he pulls out and plunges back in several times. He presses his head right up against it, but doesn't enter, caresses it with his head, smiles at me, winks at me then dives all the way in. I bite down on his finger to stop from screaming and he hammers away as we both throb and explode in multiorgasmic pleasure.
Remember when you asked me why I was here if I hate him so much? I think we just found your answer.
Oo0o wee. How about THAT Ladies & Freaks? MMM good.
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