Whore D'oeuvres  

grin_reaper_o 36M
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5/23/2006 10:14 am

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5/23/2006 1:47 pm

Whore D'oeuvres


Note: Inspired by an AdultFriendFinder lady friend with a penchant for giving oral pleasure. Hardly a "whore," by the way, but the pun for a first sampling of erotica was irresistible.

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You've run into me about town several times and the glances we exchange are always appreciative, undeniably reflective of a mutual attraction. But still, we have never spoken. Not until the day you spill my mocha in my lap. Was that intentional? I wonder. I may never know.

Luckily for me, my drink had cooled off by the time you walk by my table at the outdoor bistro and knock my coffee cup into my lap. You barely have time to apologize as I swab at my groin with a handful of napkins and run, half-doubled over, to the men's room behind the barista station.

I am still dabbing at my tan slacks, which are open now and I'm surveying the damage when you slip quietly in to offer your apologies and assistance. I start to speak and cover up, but when I hear the telltale click of the lock and discover the look of keen interest on your pouty little mouth I am silenced by the pretty face looking back at me in the mirror.

You grab a handful of paper towels and then kneel to get to work. You blot water on my slacks and then looking at the blow-dryer knowingly, you slip them down and help me step out of them. Neither of us move to the dryer though as you are now kneeling inches from my barely sheathed member which is slowly stirring in my boxers. I feel your breath inches from the fabric and I see you look up at me in wide-eyed appeal, practically begging for permission.

I stroke one hand in your hair and then trace your soft, sexy lips with a fingertip. You smile. You gently suck the very tip of my finger and then I move my hand to the back of your head. You need no further invitation. Your small, feminine hands reach up and together join at the center of my groin, feeling, kneading, investigating the growing length and girth. You seem pleased. You seem curious.

You peel back the waistband and let my throbbing tool pop free and now you seem hungry, filled with lust and need. You heft my tool in one hand, smile up at me and then your mouth parts and your tongue emerges to lick the head. Oh, darlin', that feels so good to me. You hold me near the base, stroke me several times, admiring the smooth velvet skin, now veined and warm before you. You lick me from stem to stern and your tongue is warm and knowing. If you were a cat, you would be purring.

I am about to push on your head, but you need no overture from me. This is your domain, your show, your specialty...and I am in good hands. And seconds later, I am in good mouth as well. Damn, it feels so fantastic as you open your lips and wrap your warm mouth around my cock and slowly glide me in inch by inch. This is quite the unexpected surprise.

I bend my legs a bit to give you greater access and you go to work. I look down at your pretty mouth parted to encircle my now throbbing cock and I look sideways in the mirror and watch in fascination as you begin to bob assuredly, more rapidly, liquidly, on my hard cock. You know your stuff, sweetie, and I surrender to your ministrations.

My hips are reflexively grinding now as I feed it to you and you continue to gobble me inch by inch. Such a beautiful sight, this pretty girl sucking on my manhood with devotion and lust. Such a terrific feeling as she bobs more quickly then lets me pop audibly from her lips and again treats me to a pink tongue bath.

I feel my testicles contract as you cup them in one small hand. My cock is long and straight as an arrow now, pointing right at your pretty mouth. I want you to take me home, to finish this exquisite blowjob. I see you look admiringly at my rigid tool now as you stroke it and examine it as though deciding how to best accommodate that length in your mouth.

Then you look up at me, smile, and confidently suck me deep, deeper. What a girl! What a mouth! Give me all you've got, I am thinking, even as my temples begin to throb and you begin to bob fervently, hungrily on my hot cock. Give it to me baby! Suck me dry!!

I don't speak to you. I am too far gone already, entranced by this serendipitous exchange, this progression from a klutzy and embarrassing coffee shop encounter to a fantabulous and unexpected scenario of carnal delight. My morning is looking up.
You are looking up. You gaze lustfully at me with sparkling green eyes and you seem delighted, excited even, by the low guttural moans your soft lips, warm mouth, and bobbing head are eliciting from me. I want to speak, I do, I want to warn you how close I am, and pay you the courtesy of getting your preferences on how you'd like this spontaneous act to culminate. But words fail me.

It hardly matters, though, as my moans increase and they begin to be matched by your own. Somehow, even with a mouthful of slippery, hard, thrusting long cock, you are able to moan and seem to smile encouragingly, willing the orgasm from me, imploring me to surrender to your eager desire.

You pause for just a moment, taking me from your mouth and stroking me with rapid assurance as you gaze at your hard handiwork with open-mouthed appreciation. Your tongue emerges again and you paint dazzling swirls on my cock head. You return just the engorged head to your mouth and what wonders you do for me then.

I look down at my smiling, brazen, cock-sucking beauty and consider lifting you up by the chin, turning you toward the mirror, and bending you over the sink so I can fuck your deliriously hot little body. The thought of having you bent over and ass up, as I strip, reveal, and plunder your pink depths has me entranced and I pull your blouse and bra straps to the side and reveal one perfectly round and succulent tit. Ooh, I want to suck that pink nipple into my lips. I reach below and pull your nipple, and cup and squeeze your white, round tit. I'm gonna fuck this little princess, I am thinking, but just then, while peering deep into my blue eyes, you suck every last inch of my rigid cock deep into your mouth and remind me once again that this is your show, and I am yours to do with as you please.

And what pleases you at this instant is to suck this handsome stranger dry, to treat him to the blowjob of a lifetime and to make him forget his very identity.

It only takes a few deep cock-swallowing thrusts before I am completely out of control. My head lolls back, my clenched eyes grimace in mock pain, and the growls that escape my throat echo and rattle off the tiled restroom walls. My thighs are tight as bowstrings now as I stoop and feed you my cock. My balls are contracted and tight and my buttocks are clenched as I begin to thrust back reflexively, eagerly, lustfully.

I am close now. Very close. I look down at my pretty baby and, still fondling one small tittie, I fuck my angel's mouth with unabandoned delight. You steady me with one small hand and guide me into your lips, controlling the depth of each thrust. Your other hand is on my ass, pulling me towards you, instinctively discovering the pace that brings us each the greatest pleasure. You look so damn hot, my dear, with your eyes opened wide and your cheeks stretched to accommodate me, and your pretty lips bobbing rapidly up and down the length of me.

We have the rhythm, now, and wordlessly we continue. I don't know when you gave me permission, but I somehow intuit that your mouth is now mine to plunder and ravish. I fuck your face. Not cruelly or sadistically, but hungrily and with desperation. I hold my cock at the base now and feed it to you. I thrust my hips as you pull me by the ass and I stoop and feed it to you with fucking, lustful intensity. You are such a beauty, such a pretty, cock-craving lover, mewling now as you bob with intensity and trigger my release.

Seconds before and I am ready to withdraw, but again, wordlessly, you show me what you want, indeed what we both want, and then in body-trembling orgasmic shudders, I explode! I grip my cock in one strong fist and fuck your pretty mouth and cum in a series of mind-numbing blasts that fire to the back of your throat. I continue thrusting and you continue bobbing and the thick, tasty white cream pours from me and fills your mouth. Goddamn, what an orgasm you have sucked from me!
And continue to suck. Even as I am ready to collapse into a heap you continue to pour forth your oral talents on my dripping hard member. You open your mouth and lick the sensitive flaming purple head. A large gob of bubbly jism overflows from your lips and falls and drips directly on your black skirt. You ignore this as you lick my shaft and stroke it and tongue the creamy slit and giggle up at me as you devotedly lick me clean and, I must say, never, ever, have I been treated to such a delightful blowjob.

There is a knocking at the door and slowly, reluctantly, we return to our senses and the sensual detumescence clears our heads. Wordlessly, we rise and begin slowly smoothing and adjusting our clothes. You try dabbing at your skirt and removing the evidence of our tryst, but with little success.

Again, we hear a knock, and as you finish at the sink, you turn to the door, then turn back, smile at me with twinkling, mischievous, sated delight, stand and on tiptoes give me a fleeting kiss.

"I have to go home to wash this skirt," you say. You look down at my tan slacks which I am zipping and which are also stained. You cup your hand over the bulge in my crotch where the mocha-stained spill covers my large nestled rod. "I could get that to come off, too, if you like. I have all afternoon alone."

Then you turn, smile gleefully, suck your lips like a child savoring an ice cream flavor, wink, and opening the door, you are soon gone. As a disgruntled man makes his way to the urinal, I finish at the sink, and stride quickly after you to learn where you are parked.

"I'll just follow her home then," I think. "It would be nice to get this off."

We walk twenty paces behind one another, my cock feeling electric and pulsing in my stained slacks. I can see that several passersby notice the telltale stain and avert their eyes just as quickly. But it no longer bothers me. I have my eyes glued to your ass, which is round and inviting, and as I follow you my mind fills with all the lascivious thoughts that your cute and sexy figure invite. My cock stirs and sighs within my shorts and hums practically in anticipation of an afternoon of unhurried and energetic debauchery.

THE END

eroticalover1 42F

5/23/2006 12:31 pm

Oh, may I be so bold, as to offer my mere words of approval. Makes me want to get an 'iced' mocha with 'extra' CREAM! Do you know anyone that'd care to share one with me, perhaps?
*licks lips* Mmmmm the thought of it!!

To kiss your lips...Oh just to touch the lips, silken, caresses, lightly grazing, as my tongue slowly is dipping out, it gently, erotically, pushes, slowly, deeply, seeking, hungry and desirously, into your mouth, parting your lips, seeking your hot wet tongue. This increases the passion, the want............as my tongue finds a home deeply placed in your mouth, welcomed and greeted with wonderful caresses and passion, embraced and enveloped by yours in response our shared hunger explodes and we both methodically devour one another as our want soars. This amazing kiss crescendos in a symphony of a masterful kissing, the tempo ever so deep as we slide back and forth, breath, now interchanged, passion enraged, eagerly consumed, ignited to a burn so hot, palatable. The inferno that was ignited spreads to our hands, seeking purchase, and finding it. They are greeted so willingly accepted. Now our breathing becomes, scarce as a tremendous wantonness and the aching to touch, so much, so quickly, to a hunger beyond mere words, oh the feel, the passion, the need, the wonderment of this kiss..............beyond mere want, mmmmm incredible!

What a niice kiss, I hope you felt it!

Warmly,
Eroticalover1/Cyn @};-


grin_reaper_o replies on 5/23/2006 1:47 pm:
Did I feel it??

Hell's bells, Cyn, it set the smoke alarms off and now everyone in the damn building experienced it. You're one helluva kisser.

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