Will — Seduction of the prude
There was nothing I was prouder of acknowledging than knowing my way around a woman's body. She let me take control of her body, responding to my every touch as I unwrapped her. Tempted to cut her out of the contraption she was wearing by the time I got to the last leg, I felt her pull away and curl up against the edge of the couch, as far as possible from me.
As soon as our eyes met, she found a cushion to hide behind.
"Miss O'Prey, don't you think you've been a tease for long enough?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and a crooked grin.
I stood up, took off my tie and dropped it on the floor. She watched my every move, as though trying to make sense of what was happening. Deciding not to think too much about things and just take what I want as I was accustomed to, I commenced teasing my tormentor. Playing to her innocent act, my lustful hazel eyes locked with her bambi greys as I rapidly started unbuttoning my shirt.
A breath hitched in her throat. A gasp later, my muscular abs were unveiled to her. She looked on as though in awe, now clinging onto the pillow for dear life. Impatience took over and my seduction of the prude took an abrupt turn.
Easing back into my spot next to her, I hastily slipped my hand under her shield, tucked her panties aside and plunged a finger into her warm, aroused pussy.
"Fuck!" She hissed, almost resentfully, face contorting in pleasure.
Slumping forward and grabbing a hold of my shoulders, I met her aggressive growl with an amused, devilish grin.
"There's my temptress," I whispered, my breath warm on her lips as I closed in, my finger pumping in and out of her at a quick and steady rhythm.
"Bloody fucking hell." She moaned, rewarding my choice to jump right in with rapid bucking and jerking of her hips.
Her gaze bore into me with such veracious vigor, that I couldn't tell which was winning out: her ecstasy or the desire to rip my head off. The masochist that I am, it didn't much matter as I fingered her tight, little pussy. She clung to my flexing bicep, digging into the flesh. Her cushion fell to the floor, revealing her voluptuous breasts stuffed into a strapless yellow bra. My dick stirred, sending my finger thrusting into her deeper and faster.
"So damn sexy." I growled, unable to control myself as I began kissing and lapping at her cleavage, nudging furiously at the cups of her bra.
"You!" She hissed, her fingers getting tangled in my hair.
Her fist yanked my head back and her damp forehead fell against my chest as her body started quaking against mine.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?!" she screamed, half accusing, half beyond the realm of self awareness.
I almost blew my load right there and then, cradling her against me as she clamped down on my finger so hard it hurt. My dick ached as I watched pleasure thunder through her body.
She fixed me with a glare as my finger slid out of her. Dick throbbing, I knew I was too far gone to charm my way out of it if she was pissed at me.
"Two can play at that game," she said.
How she got my dick out of my briefs, I honestly couldn't say. Immediately sensitive to the touch, I shut my eyes as her warm hands wrapped around it.
"What now, Miss… Ohhhh fuuuuck," I sighed, tilting my head back, my eyes opening to see her in action.
Upping the ante, no doubt to show me who was boss, she got on all fours, her head bent over my dick and slid her warm mouth down my cock. The head slipped straight past her plump lips and wet tongue. She kept going until she had half of my dick lodged down her throat and all of it secure in her mouth. There she remained for several moments, adjusting to the dick she herself had lodged into her throat.
I fought to contain my excitement. When I was finally brave enough to look her in the eye, I found a sadistic glint of victory in her eyes.
"You definitely win." I groaned, my hands settling on her head.
Caught completely off guard once more, her mouth withdrew painfully slowly and I couldn't tell if she was about to give me the sweetest pleasure or greatest torture of my life. Man in need, desperate to ease the ache in my balls, I was ready to pump the defiance out of her face.
"Don't even think about it," she taunted, swirling her tongue around the tip as the last of my dick emerged from her mouth.
She seemed mesmerized by my cock and wasn't about to be interrupted.
Reaching out distractedly, she placed one of my hands on her breast and teased, "This is all you get. This big boy is my treat."
I watched as my dick went back into her mouth, pleasantly surprised at this term of events. Up and down her gorgeous redhead went. Slurping, kissing, licking, sucking. Fuck she knew what she was doing. My hips bucked eagerly as I watched her attack my cock with her warm, skillful mouth, eager to be down her throat again.
Daring to go against her will, I grabbed her head, lodged my dick as far down her throat as I could get it, and pumped her face mercilessly until I felt a slap across my face.
Taken off guard, I withdrew to my immediate regret, as she did too.
"No baby, don't stop," I slurred, in a lust-filled stupor.
She sat back on her ass and cooed, "Very, very bad" as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.
Moments away from blowing my load, my conscious mind worked to shut the urge down as I reached forward to paw at her chest. I felt her move above me as my mouth fixed itself to one nipple then moved on to the other. I was too distracted by keeping my dick in check and mauling her tits to realize what she had planned for me.
"Time for punishment," she said, a naughty smile on her lips as she straddled me and eased her wet, little hole down onto my dick.
After getting the head in, she crammed the rest into her hastily, taking me off guard yet again. Had I been wrong about her not being a harlot after all?
We wrapped our arms around each other, sharing a half chuckle and half groan as the intense pleasure of having my dick forced into her pussy so abruptly caught up with us.
"No brakes on you, are there?" I observed with satisfaction, as she went straight to humping away at my dick.
"Not how torture works," the vixen teased, stuffing a tit into my mouth.
Sensual, delectable torture it was, as we went nuts meeting each other in the middle to slam our bodies against each other's. My hands explored and grasped her hips, her middle, her tits, her ass, everywhere and anything to keep her centered, as we both worked her sexy body up and down my cock.
The scent of sex and fulfillment hung in the air when she collapsed against me, grinding against me slowly, hands trailing down my chest and abs as she stole glances of my nefariously alluring physique. Her eyes met mine and my mind started working again.
Once more, she left me in a state of confusion as a foreign warmth spread through my already overheated body.
I had given in. I was already fucking her, what else could there be?
She looked at me, uncertainty in her eyes, before she came to a grinding halt and laid her lips down on mine in a feather light kiss. My constricting heart banged painfully against my chest.
"You're so ridiculously hot, it's just unfair," she said, moving the wet hair stuck to my forehead out of my face.
Fuck this, I decided, opting to shove myself into her deeper. After all, this crap only started when we stopped fucking.
"We're just getting started. Wait until you see the faces I make once we really get going," I said with a big, toothy smile.
She giggled as I wrapped an arm around her waist. Once I started hammering up into her again and she was back to moaning, cursing and screaming my name and me hers, all was right with the world once more.