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Authors: Talia Day
I
had heard about the typical guy from my friends, but Daniel’s cock seemed like
it was much bigger than what they had described as typical.
They’d told me that most guys were about
six inches and you could reach around them just making a circle out of your
thumb and pointer finger.
I reached
forward and gripped his cock in my hand, my fingers weren’t anywhere close to
reaching my thumb.
I
hadn’t considered just how hard it would be to suck a dick like his until he
pressed it to my lips and I felt them stretching around him just to take the
tip.
I swirled my tongue on the tip
and pulled back.
“I
don’t know if I can do this, it’s so much bigger than I thought they
were.”
I said fearfully.
Daniel
slowly sucked my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me as he stretch the
skin.
When my clit popped free of
him I let out a whimper.
“I’ve
always been told my dick is much bigger than average, but I know how to work
with it.
I’ll make sure you’re good
and ready before we try anything you’re not comfortable with.”
He chucked devilishly as his hands
gripped my ass and pulled my cheeks apart.
His
lips dove back down and his tongue dove into the wet slit between my
thighs.
His tongue was stiff as he
slowly drove it in and out of my pussy.
Every touch on his part seemed so skilled and so hot.
I knew I wanted to please him, and even
though I was no expert, I was damn sure going to make an effort.
I
licked my lips and opened my mouth wide and slid the tip of his dick into my
mouth.
My lips stretched painfully
around him, but as I worked his cock with my tongue he began to let out moans
of pleasure.
I could feel his hips
slowly begin to rock and my body wanted to comply and take him deeper.
I opened wide and pushed myself forward,
letting out a desperate moan as his fingers plunged back into my pussy and his
palm slapped against my clit.
His
hips rocked harder as his fingers seemed to fall into the same desperate
rhythm.
I was being pummeled in two
holes, and I loved it.
I let out a
whimper as his cock slid farther down and pressed at the back of my
throat.
I thought that was as far
as things would go, and I felt proud of myself as I heard his breathing so
rugged and urgent.
With
the flex of his muscles the fingers in my pussy pulled hard towards my stomach,
making my insides explode with pleasure and pain all at once.
I nearly screamed, opening my mouth in
complete surprised of his force.
When I did, Daniel wasted no time, his hips thrusting once, twice, three
times against my throat until all resistance gave way and his cock was deep
within my throat.
“That’s
it baby, that’s it, take it all.”
I
struggled out of shock and surprise but with one final thrust I felt my lips
press up against his stomach and balls.
I had done it!
I had taken
his whole entire cock.
My eyes
watered and my chest fought the urge to breath.
Daniel fucked my tight little throat a
few seconds more before he let out a deep groan and pulled
himself
free.
I
choked and coughed a few times before regaining my normal breath.
I reached up and started to massage my
own clit.
My own juices had
dribbled down my pussy and my stomach was wet with them.
Having him take me that way had turned
me on, and the only thing I wanted more was for him to fuck my tight little
pussy the same rough way.
Daniel
lifted me easily and carried me back into the kitchen.
He placed me on a barstool and spread my
legs wide, pulling my hips forward and spreading my pussy with his thumbs.
“Tell
daddy how you want it.”
He growled.
“I
want it hard daddy, I want it rough daddy.”
I begged him.
I
whimpered as I felt the head of his cock slide up and down my slit.
He slowly bounced the head of his cock
back and forth, opening my tight lips and lubricating him with my juices.
I could feel the thin lips spreading and
stretching around him.
He was so fucking
big, it was hard to imagine my tiny frame was made to take a cock like
that.
His
thumb circled my clit as his he pushed harder, making my body come to life with
electricity.
It was like tiny
pin pricks
all of which started as pain and ended in pleasure.
I wanted him to fuck me, and as he
pressed himself further I felt the thin layer of flesh that was my
innocence.
“I guess you weren’t lying,” he purred as his dick paused momentarily, “kiss me
baby.”
Our
lips met as his cock thrust once more.
I could feel him tear through the tight little ring of flesh and then he
was deep in my belly.
I couldn’t
help but moan, I’d never felt anything like it.
“Oh
god, don’t stop baby, fuck me.”
I
needed more, now that I’d felt him, I never wanted it to end.
His
hips met mine and I bucked against him, grinding my pussy on him as I took the
every inch of his swollen cock.
His
fingers cupped my tits and he pinched hard at my nipples as his lips planted
kisses on my sensitive neck.
My
entire body began to shudder and shake, I was going to cum, and at this rate,
it wouldn’t take long.
“You
naughty girl, don’t you dare cum yet.”
He warned.
His
cock drilled deeper and his hands dove into my hair and roughly pulled at the
roots.
He was strong, and my body
twisted and bowed under the force.
I felt like he’d break me, like I had no control over the beast of a man
that was driven by wild passionate desire.
Without
every missing a beat he lifted me.
As he carried me to the wall his hips never stopped fucking me and his
lips never left mine.
Against the
wall he held me by my thighs and let loose.
His body, with every ouch of force he
could muster pounded into me.
I
felt my insides give way, pleasure coming in waves with his thrusts.
“Cum
for me baby, I am going to lose it.”
His growls of lustful desire grew in intensity as he spoke.
My
own body followed suit easily as the sound of his pleasure seemed to heighten
my own.
“Oh
god wait, you’re not wearing a condom!”
I cried out between gasps.
Everything
had happened so fast and it hadn’t even occurred to me that we’d started all of
this without discussing the need for protection.
It wasn’t exactly like I was a
professional with these things, and the feel of his flesh on mine had
completely overwhelmed my higher thinking.
Daniel didn’t slow down and my own body began to shake.
With each thrust his words came in
broken sentences.
“Don’t
worry.”
His balls slapped hard
against me, “It’s your first time.”
He gasped and his dick filled me once more as his body convulsed.
“So unlikely.”
I
felt him lose it, his dick throbbing deep in my belly and sending me over the
edge.
My insides contracted around
his thick shaft and milked the thick cum deep into my belly.
Even after the feeling of intense relief
started to fade I could still feel something deep inside of me, inviting his
seed deeper into my belly.
We
were both sweaty and spent and we staggered back to the couch and collapsed in
each other’s arms.
I felt the
weight of the moment as soon as my sex drive wasn’t the one running the
show.
We’d just fucked, and he’d
cum inside of me.
Maybe if I hadn’t
had that wine I would have been more sensible.
I reached down and traced my tummy while
my eyes inventoried the room.
‘
Or maybe not…’
A devilish voice sounded in my
head.
After
we finished dinner Daniel led me upstairs to his bedroom.
I sat on his bed as he flipped the
switch and the night sky came into view.
It was stunningly beautiful and as he crawled in next to me I wondered how
I would ever leave.
It was just so
cozy, so utterly and completely inviting.
I wanted to stay.
“Will
you take me again?
Under the
moon.”
I said softly, tracing my
fingernails along his muscular chest.
“It
would be my
pleasure
,” he
grinned.
“We might want to use a
condom this time though.
He
pulled open the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a shiny gold wrapped
condom.
“Would you do the
honor?”
He asked, holding the foil
out to me.
“Not
yet, I want to feel you first, bare,” I leaned in and kissed him hard,
spreading my thighs and tangling them in his.
I
spit into my hand and started to stroke his cock.
I knew that in a moment he’d forget all
about the condom, and that was exactly what I wanted him to do.
It might take all night, but I was going
to make a baby,
his
baby.
Sensuous Curves
By Talia Day
Copyright
©
2015 Talia Day
All Rights Reserved Worldwide
Sensuous Curves
Hailey
"Are
you sure this is such a good idea?" I asked my boyfriend, Zach, as he
guided his Land Rover into the driveway of his dad's beach house. "You
didn't even ask him if we could use it for the weekend."
Zach rolled
his eyes. "Relax, Hailey. My dad's negotiating an acquisition for his
company this weekend. Which means he's probably playing golf in Arizona right
now."
"Okay,"
I said, still a little doubtful. I stepped out of the car onto the driveway, staring
at the massive house in front of us. I could hear the waves crashing against
the shore, just a hundred feet away.
Now
that
was the sound of money.
"Come
on," Zach teased, his naughty hand tracing along my waist and pushing up
my shirt. "We've got the whole place to ourselves. We can do
whatever
we want."
I giggled
and slapped his hand away.
"Oh,
really?" I started stepping backwards into the house,
then
stopped to pull down the neckline of my shirt, teasing him with a little glimpse
of my breasts and nipples.
Zach groaned
with desire. I loved being alone with him because he could finally let down his
guard and love my curvy body the way he wanted to. Whenever we were in public
together, or out with his friends, he seemed a lot colder and less affectionate,
like he was embarrassed to be seen with me or something.
It made me
sad, but at the same time I knew he was the son of a massively successful
billionaire hedge-fund manager, and in his social circle, not having a
girlfriend who was skinny, tan and model-perfect opened you up to all kinds of
ridicule.
It had been
different back where I had grown up, in the working-class town of East Peoria,
Illinois. I'd always attracted a lot of attention there with my curvy body and
busty figure.
Zach had been
going through a hippy phase a few years back, bumming around and following his
favorite band while squandering his trust fund. I was on a road trip to see my
father in Arizona when we had met at a music festival.
I still
shivered thinking about that first night, thinking back to all the
nasty, dirty
things we had done in his
tent. Whatever troubles our relationship may have, I knew that passion would
keep us together.
Hopefully
forever, but it wasn't likely.
"I want
to fuck you right here in the driveway," he growled, grabbing at my ass. I
squealed and started running for the door. We burst into the house, and Zach
pinned me against the refrigerator, one hand already pushing against my crotch
as we made out.
"Oh my
God, baby," I gasped. He
stopped,
panting hard,
and we remained still together for a moment, our foreheads pressed together as
we caught our breath. He cupped my huge breasts as we kissed again, and then he
paused, running his hand through my hair.
"Let's
chill for a bit." He gave me a tender little peck on the lips. "I can
give you a tour of the house."
"Okay,"
I breathed. Our eyes met. Zach's blue eyes were pretty, in a sort of soft,
babyish way. I loved his eyes, and his broad, tall, powerful body. But these
tender moments always made me squirm a little. Zach still looked and acted like
a boy, even if he was 27. All of his rich, trust-fund-baby friends had the same
look, as if they never had to grow up, never had the troubles and worries of
adulthood.
Either fuck
me or don't
,
I thought as we parted.
"My dad
had the place remodeled last year," he began, guiding me into the kitchen.
I gasped at the expansive marble countertops and the gleaming hardwood floor.
The large picture window had a view right onto the ocean. "I don't think he's
even seen it yet. Ever since he got into skiing, he's been going to Aspen all
the time instead of vacationing here."
"It's
gorgeous," I replied, running my hand over the countertop. I knew it was
probably worth more than most peoples' life savings.
"Totally,"
Zach said offhandedly, guiding me out to the deck. It was built like a pier,
jutting out into the ocean, and there was a hot tub sunk right into the middle
of it, surrounded by elegant outdoor furniture. There was a fireplace and a
grill; all of it decorated in obviously expensive, fake-rustic Mexican tiles.
"The
deck," he said perfunctorily, before I had time to linger and listen to
the ocean. "Let's go up the stairs to the bedroom."
We climbed
up a long spiral staircase that stood outside the house, until we were on a
little balcony on the second story. We slipped into a beautiful little bedroom
with picture windows on two sides, overlooking the ocean and the coastline. I
bounced onto the plush looking bed, and sank luxuriously into memory foam
mattress. Zach settled over me, kissing me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
"This
is going to be an amazing weekend," I purred before lifting my arms above
my head so that Zach could remove my shirt. He went crazy loving my big
breasts, his lips closing around my nipples and his hungry hands feeling my
flesh. I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing into my hot sex, and every
time his hips thrust forward, I rocked into him, taking the pleasure I wanted.
"Can
you suck my cock?" Zach begged. He pressed into me again. His whole body
felt like it was shuddering with desire. I didn't particularly like going down
on him, but every so often I acquiesced.
"Yeah,
okay," I said. Zach
laid
down on the bed, his
back propped against the mountain of pillows next to the headboard, and I
unbuckled his belt and helped him pull off his pants and boxers.
His cock was
so hard it was pulsing, and he was leaking precum. Zach was big, almost eight
inches, and the reason I hated sucking him off was that it was such a huge
tease; I could never do it without begging him to fuck me in return.
Which I
guess was why he liked it so much.
I closed my
lips around the head of his cock, plunging in and taking him deep. I heard him softly
moan with pleasure, and right away, my pussy started to throb. I kept sucking
him, using my hand to stroke the base of his cock as his throbbing head plunged
in and out of my mouth, moving over my tongue before bumping against the back
of my throat. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it.
I looked up
into his eyes beseechingly, my hand still stroking him as he panted.
How much
longer are you going to make me do this?
"Oh my
God," Zach sobbed, "use those beautiful tits to fuck me, please!"
I pushed my
tits around his cock, squeezing them tight and moving them up and down while
Zach moaned. A few seconds later, to my total surprise, he came all over my
neck and chest.
"Oh
fuck, yeah," Zach panted, his body still shaking from his orgasm. "Oh
my god, oh yeah, that was so fucking hot!"
I looked
down at my chest in shock and disbelief. Zach's cum was coating the space
between my breasts, and when I stood up, it ran down past my stomach. There was
so much.
"What
about me?" I whined. "I want to come, too." I was still
throbbing so hard it practically hurt.
"Babe,
I'm sorry," Zach said. He was flopped on the bed, totally useless.
It was
infuriating when this happened. As soon as he got his, he didn't care about me any
more. Just like a typical guy. Moreover, he couldn’t even masturbate me
properly; he had no idea how a woman’s vagina worked.
I walked to
the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my chest and neck covered in
Zach's sticky cum. I wiped it off with a bunched-up handful of toilet paper,
wishing that the sight of it all over me didn't turn me on so much.
"I'm
going to get some water," I told Zach, after I'd stepped back out into the
bedroom.
"Okay,
sweetie," he said absentmindedly, rolling over in bed while he enjoyed his
post-orgasm bliss.
"Do you
want anything while I'm down there?"
"Bring
me up some of my dad's wine. The 1988 Pinot
Grigio
;
it's in the cellar right next to the kitchen. You have to go down some
stairs."
"Okay."
I pulled my shorts back on before walking cautiously down the stairs. Even if
there was nobody here, moving about naked in somebody else’s house still seemed
too daring and risky.
I grabbed
the Brita filter out of the fridge and poured myself a cold glass of water. I
watched the waves break outside as I drank.
I decided it
was going to be a fun weekend, probably the best I would have all summer, and I
would do my best to savor it. If only Zach's friends were less judgmental,
maybe it could be like this all the time.
But it
couldn't, so I might as well enjoy what I could get: if that meant drinking
expensive wine and spending a weekend in a beautiful beach house...well, maybe
life wasn't so bad after all.
I found the
wine in the musty cellar after dusting off a dozen expensive-looking labels.
Just as I was about to head back up the stairs into the house, I thought I
heard a voice, or maybe two voices, talking in the kitchen.
"Zach?"
I called out, figuring it must be him.
I bounded up
the stairs to show him I found the bottle.
And walked
smack into two very surprised men.
Time seemed
to slow down as everyone registered what had just happened. I recoiled in
shock, my hands automatically reaching for the railing next to the steps, so I
wouldn't tumble back down into the wine cellar.
I watched as
the two men's eyes widened with surprise. They both looked tall and
distinguished, and were both dressed sharply, if casually, in chinos, loafers,
and polo shirts. One of the men had Zach's same blond hair and square face.
Even in my state of alarm, I couldn't help noticing, in a moment of shock, how
gorgeous he was, and our eyes locked for a long, thrilling second.
Then I saw
them flick down to my breasts and run down my body, and I felt cold heat bloom
through me from head to toe.
The shocking
moment hung in the air as he coolly checked me out, stretching over a few
infinitely long seconds before he looked up at my eyes again.
As the
seconds passed and my body flushed hotter and hotter, I realized he was Laird
Buchanan, Zach's dad. I stood there frozen in shock as he brazenly took me in.
And his eyes
were ablaze with passion.
I covered
myself a few seconds too late, my eyes still locked with his as I hurriedly
shut the door. I collapsed, my body sinking into the cold stone of the cellar
floor, my back against the richly finished wood of the wall. My heart was
pounding, and I could feel cold sweat beginning to coat my forehead.
Even if all
I had done was stand there while Laird looked at me, I felt like I had done
something really, really naughty. I knew I should have shut the door or covered
myself up sooner.
Did Laird
think there was an intruder in the house? Was he going to call the cops before
he realized Zach was upstairs, and I was his girlfriend?
Zach had
parked his car around the back of the house, to a keep a low profile, and he
hadn't even told Laird we were coming here for the weekend.
And what was
I supposed to do now? I was stuck down here until Zach or someone finally came
down. Time seemed to tick by slowly as I waited in the cellar, twisted up with
anxiety.
Finally,
after five minutes that felt like an hour, I heard a firm knock on the door.
"Who is
it?" I asked tentatively, my voice wavering and hanging thin in the cool,
damp air.
"Zach.
I've got your shirt." I felt relieved. He walked down the stairs carrying
my blouse, and I covered myself back up, relieved.
All of a
sudden I was pissed at him.