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She moved his hand away and began to work her way down his body with her hands and mouth. He groaned when she reached his briefs and lifted his hips to allow her to yank them down to his ankles.
Robert kicked them aside and looked down at her with both shock and amazement as she licked around the head of his cock before she took down the entire shaft until it was practically down her throat.
He relaxed and began enjoying the deep throat blow job Cara performed on him. She slowly sucked him all the way down to the root while he felt her hand caressing his balls. It was all he could do not to come in her mouth.
"Like sucking that cock, don't you, baby?" he asked as his hand stroked her hair.
She moaned in response, not letting up on her sucking.
Robert could no longer take it; a few more minutes of Cara going down on him and he would definitely bust a nut down her throat.
Since he didn't want to come before he was ready and not sure if she would swallow if he had, he pulled her off his cock and pulled her with him to her feet.
He unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. She stepped out of them and a tiny thong barely covered her shaved mound. It soon joined her jeans on the floor and she removed her shirt, revealing her braless breasts.
Robert loved what he saw. "You've become such a beauty."
They lay on the couch kissing and fondling one another as he inched toward her slit. His fingers moved in and out of her opening as his lips and tongue explored her clit.
Cara was incredibly aroused and squealed in ecstasy when he sucked her clit and continued teasing her insides with his fingers. She had hit her first orgasm.
Robert didn't give her much time to recover before he kissed and licked his way back up her body, pausing to suck her breasts, and then took her mouth with his, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"I think you're ready to fuck," he said softly once they'd broken the kiss.
Positioning himself between her legs, Robert gripped his cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit. He then slowly entered her, allowing her to adjust to his size, and when he reached a barrier, Robert realized that Cara was a virgin.
"Are you sure that you want to do this, baby?" he asked.
"I...yes...but you're so big. I'm kind of nervous."
"Don't worry. I'll go slow. Okay?"
Robert kissed her as he pushed past her hymen and buried himself to the hilt inside her tight pussy. Cara tried not to cry out from the initial pain as he began to thrust slowly.
When the pain passed after a few minutes, she gasped at the wonderful sensations of Robert's cock moving in and out of her.
"Fuck me," she said. "I've wanted you so much."
"Oh, God, baby, I've wanted you too," he replied while he rammed his dick in and out of her.
Deeper. Harder. Faster.
"Yes, Rob. Fuck me, you feel so good."
He pulled out his cock, leaving the head just nestled inside her, and then pushed his entire shaft back inside with long slow thrusts while taking care not to hurt her. Cara began to moan as her body shivered in orgasm from the screwing he gave her.
After several more thrusts, Robert pulled out and lay back on the couch. "Get on top of me, baby."
She straddled him and he helped lower her slowly onto his length."Ride me," he said.
He placed his large hands on her waist and showed her what to do.It wasn't long before she picked up a good rhythm after Robert lifted her body and pulled her down on his cock a few times.
He focused on Cara's bouncing breasts as she rode him faster and faster and she threw her head back and cried with delight.
"Come again for me," he grunted. "Show me how much you're enjoying your first fuck."
"Oh my God, Rob!" she yelled as her pussy muscles clenched his cock.
Robert barely kept his balance as he flipped over Cara until she was once again on her back, his hard shaft still buried in her.
He felt his own orgasm approach and pumped in and out of her pussy with every fiber of his being before he quickly pulled out and climaxed on her stomach and breasts.
When they finished, they fought to catch their breaths.
"So THAT'S sex," she said with a laugh. "Gee, why did I wait so long?"
"You wanted someone who was mature and had more experience, remember?"
"Oh, right. I just wasn't counting on it being Mom's closest - and may I add hottest - friend!"
"There's more lessons where that came from, baby," Robert replied. "Tonight was just the first one."
They heard a car outside and Cara glanced out the window. "Oh, God, Mom's home," she said as she gathered her clothes and quickly dressed. "Hate to take off so soon, but..."
"Yeah, I know. Just remember, if you need any more - he cleared his throat - 'lessons', you know where I live."
The End.
Wake-Up Call
She woke abruptly and cried out at the stinging slap to her cheek. As she tried to rub the lingering pain away she realized her hands wouldn't move from above her head. Despite her eyes shooting open when she felt the blow she couldn't see a thing. Turning her head to look around it finally dawned on her that this wasn't just the darkness of night. She was blindfolded. There was no glow of streetlights through curtains, no flickering numbers from her alarm clock.
She pulled again at her arms, wondering what her wrists were anchored to and feeling the bars of a metal headboard. This wasn't her bed. She kicked and struggled more, trying to dislodge the blindfold and whatever it was that held her wrists captive. As she twisted her wrists she felt the bindings flex around her skin before the edges started digging in. Something wide and soft then, maybe leather . Her legs were still free and as she kicked out she felt the blanket over her body slip, cold air flowing over one side of her chest. She stilled at the sound of a low laugh from the foot of the bed, suddenly remembering what she'd missed in her panic at being restrained. Someone was here, someone who had slapped her to wake her up. The same someone who had tied her to a strange bed and blindfolded her.
"Who's there? What do you want?"
The only reply was another laugh, this one louder, coming from closer to her head. She spun her head round trying to track the strangers movements. Her head span with the movement and she remembered the drinks she'd had at the party last night. She'd been with friends. People she'd known for years, it couldn't be one of them. They would have got her home safe no matter what.
There was a rush of cold air over her body as the sheet disappeared. She could feel that she was still wearing her underwear and was briefly glad of this before she felt a pair of scissors cutting into the front of her bra then moving up to the straps, removing that layer of protection. She whimpered and started to cry when the remnants scraped under her back as they were pulled away, the ends of the underwires leaving burning lines on her skin.
"Please don't do this, let me go and I wont tell anyone. Please just let me leave!" she begged.
She felt a finger pressed against her lips and heard a gentle shushing sound as the fingers of another hand stroked against her nipple.
"Please just untie me, please. I just want to go!" she moaned as little shocks travelled through her from the stroking fingers.
The hands left her briefly and her body arched up following the slow retreat of the fingers from her breast even as she breathed a sigh of relief that he seemed to be listening to her. A sharp pain from a pinch to her nipple made her gasp suddenly and something was shoved in her mouth and tied round her head. She bit down and felt a rubber ball stretching her jaw open, preventing her from speaking as she groaned around it. She felt her pussy getting wetter as the pressure stayed on her nipple and the gag filled her mouth. Both were feelings she was familiar with and loved during play, but that was with people she had trusted, not some stranger who had bound her in an unknown place. It definitely couldn't be someone from the party. They didn't know about this part of her.
The finger returned to her lips again, on
ce more she was shushed as she felt a clamp attached to her other nipple. She moaned quietly and tried not to squirm as there was a quick tug on the clamps, which seemed to be connected by a chain. She felt both hands run over her body, lingering at the bottom of her stomach then lifting and returning to run over her thighs. Despite her arousal she knew she should be trying to get away. She kicked out trying to pull away from the hands.
She panicked as she felt herself being manhandled before landing on her stomach, her arms twisted above her head. Her panties were pulled roughly down to her knees and an open hand landed repeated blows on her backside. She screamed around the ball gag, moaning loudly as she got more and more aroused. The smacks slowed down, the strong hand rubbing her backside in between each stroke. She moaned harder, lifting her backside to press against his hand as he rubbed the sore skin.
Her arse burned as more blows scattered across it, her nipples on fire from the clamps pressing into the mattress. As the blows stopped she felt short nails pressing into her skin and raking over the bruised flesh. There was breath in her ear as she whimpered and pressed her backside up against the nails.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?" The voice whispered in her ear. It was familiar, deep and playful. It held an underlying threat of what would happen if she wasn't, but rather than feeling threatened her insides turned over at the tone. She nodded quickly, grinding herself against the sheets, desperate for him to touch her again, even if it was to spank her. Perhaps especially for that. Without his hands on her she was going crazy. There was a pulling at the back of her head and the gag popped out of her mouth. She stretched her jaw and pressed her face into the pillow.
"Do you still want me to let you go?" She felt his hands on the restraints at her wrists and shook her head, half ashamed at her answer as she tried to place the familiar voice. She knew it but all she could focus on was the pain in her arse and the desperation for more of anything to happen.
"Do you still want me to let you go!" he said more sternly, his voice more familiar with every word, his tone stern, demanding an answer.
"N-no Sir..." Her voice was hoarse from her moans and cries, but she knew from his tone the words he wanted to hear. The title he expected and deserved.
"Good girl," he stroked her hair away from her face and she pressed her cheek to his hand. "Now tell me what you do want."
She shook her head and his fingers wrapped around her hair pulling her head up sharply. She groaned and licked her lips but he remained firm, waiting for an answer.
"I want you to touch me sir. I... I want you to fuck me..." she whispered.
His hands stroked her hair smooth and he chuckled. He smacked her arse again just once more, but harder than before. It stung the already sore skin. He flipped her back over and pulled her panties all the way off before shoving two fingers into her. She bucked up to meet his hand and panted as he stroked her.
"Very good girl, such a good little whore ready to be fucked..." He pulled the clamps off her nipples and she screamed.
She felt the bed dip as he climbed up and pulled he hand away again. He bit and licked on her still tender nipples and she arched her body up to press her breasts more firmly to his lips and tongue as they explored. He bit hard one last time before pushing her knees up to her chest and thrusting into her hard. She moaned loudly as he stilled, sunk to the hilt inside her. She whimpered and bucked her hips, desperate for movement. He kissed her hard and started moving slowly, gradually building up speed as she wrapped her legs around him. She came as he bit back down on her breasts, the pain from her nipple, the soreness of her arse pressing into the mattress with his thrusts and the feel of him inside her finally overwhelming her.
He pounded harder, picking up the pace as she moaned louder still, riding her orgasm. She locked her ankles behind his back, gripping the bar of the headboard where her arms remained tied. She met his thrusts, whimpering and crying out. She felt him tense as she came again, bucking wildly. He rammed in hard one last time and stayed buried deep as he came, pressing his face into her shoulder. She pulled on her restraints, wishing she could run her hands down his back or remove her blindfold. Instead she settled under his weight as he lay on top of her, relishing the pleasure, which still rolled through her and enjoying the feel of him twitching inside her as his orgasm finished
His hands reached up to her face and pulled away the blindfold. She blinked at the sudden bright daylight, realizing it must be much later than she had thought then grinned as she focused on his face.
"You know, all that flirting over the last few years and I avoided taking it further in case what I wanted to do to you scared you. Can't believe I never got you drunk enough to admit your fantasies before." He laughed in her ear. "When you crashed out drunk it was the perfect excuse to keep you here when everyone left without starting gossip" he murmured. "Got me a bit scared when you were begging me to let you go but after that kiss and everything we talked about I knew you'd be disappointed if I stopped."
She grinned again and nuzzled his neck, still too overwhelmed to talk as he untied her hands. She wasn't about to admit she couldn't remember last night after arriving at the party, but she'd gladly admit she would have missed out if he'd listened to her and stopped.
The End.
Friendly Favours
Monday
"I'll tell you what the problem is, he's small! Like really really small!" claimed Jess in a hushed voice over her coffee.
"Didn't you see him before you got married?" I asked.
"Well yeah, but I thought he was flaccid! I didn't think that was it!"
Jess had just come back from her honeymoon. We'd met at Starbucks for a catch up and the conversation had soon turned into her ranting about her new husband's penis.
"Well he's a good man, you can't just leave him over that."
"It's alright for you!" she says spitefully, "with your before marriage sex..."
"Hey don't come bringing my sex life into this" I snapped at her, "I told you I thought it was dumb but you wanted it to be special and all that..."
"I know... I know... but I've heard your stories. I thought it was going to be amazing and then is was just...it's just..." sighs Jess.
She looks hurt, I feel bad for telling her about my sex life, thinking I might have heightened her expectations more than I should have. I try to think of something to say, failing and just looking into my own half-full cup of mocha --
"How big is he anyway?" she suddenly asks.
"What?" I reply, off guard, not expecting such a question.
"Well you've said he's big, but never how big. So come on -- spill the beans! I want to know what I'm missing."
I feel bad for her boyfriend, but her turn of questioning is so unexpected, I fail to defend him and simply spurt out "He's around 8 inches."
"8 inches!" she says far too loudly for my comfort, "My god how can you even know what I'm on about. Steve is 2 inches. 2 god damn inches!"
Her sudden excitement shocks me, "Sorry" I mutter -- not really knowing what to say.
"Show it me."
"What?"
"Show me his cock. I know he's sent you pictures of it to your phone. Come on, I want to see it."
"What about Steve, won't he be mad?" I ask.
"He won't know. Come on, what harm is a bit of eye candy?"
Her excitement about my man's endowment shocks me and excites me at the same time. Jess didn't know about the more adventurous things in our sex-life, I kept our group activities secret from her; she was shocked enough when I told her about my love of anal -- this just wasn't like her at all.
I pulled out my phone, unlocked it and got the latest picture he had sent me up. It was a good photo, taken so the under side of his shaft was facing the camera. He looked incredibly hard in it, his large head shining brilliantly. I knew he'd love the idea of Jess looking at it, but I had never imagined she would ever see it. I passed my phone to her shyly over the table, scared of her reaction. Frightened that
boundaries may be broken, I'd made sure to keep my "real-life" friends and "sex" friends separate.
She took it from me, a wicked smirk spread across her face; I couldn't help but feel that she had planned this all along.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ" she slowly whispered, "Goey... that thing is huge."
I blushed deeply staring into my cup; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. A lot of women had seen his cock before, but never a close friend, the whole idea excited and terrified me.
"Holy hell, look how stuffed you are!"
I looked up quickly, froze, realised she had browsed further into my photos and quickly snatched my phone from her. The photo was of me riding him reverse cow-girl.
"That's not funny"
"Oh calm down Goey. I'm the victim here! You lucky cow." She joked.
"Sorry... just wasn't expecting it I guess... Not like you to be like this."
"Hey a girl has needs. Now come on let me have another look!" asks Jess.
I declined; I was thinking it had got a bit weird.
The conversation drifted off onto other topics. I left to go to the bathroom leaving my phone on the table -- thinking nothing of it. We ordered another round of Starbucks and talked about work, me filling her in on the latest gossip she had missed, before saying goodbye and heading off home. While walking home I realised my phone was on the table when I went to the toilet, I unlocked it, and there on my screen was the photo of his cock with the message "Transfer Complete." I shuck my head in disbelieve, pocketed my phone and walked home.
Wednesday
I was pottering around the market, British strawberries were apparently in season and I wanted to pick some up to surprise my boyfriend, Tom, as he loves them. Seeing nothing but strawberries from other countries I soon gave up and was going to return home when I heard someone shout me from behind.
"Hey Goey!" bellowed the voice.
It was Steve. After my talk with Jess on Monday he was the last person I wanted to see -- I felt as if I had betrayed him in some way. He ran over to greet me.