Her pussy was so warm against my pants.
Her mouth was so close.
“If I asked you to fuck me, what would you do?”
I’d fuck you, baby.
I’d have your pussy on my mouth and I’d eat it.
Her legs were around me, trapping me, so I couldn’t escape. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and I had to fight valiantly to keep myself from looking down into her cleavage. Feeling the hard dots of her nipples against my body.
And that fucking pussy.
That fuckig heat.
I was shaking and trembling. Weakness in my legs. Weakness in my will.
I wanted to lick her more than I wanted to live.
“If I asked you to fuck me, what would you do?”
I could still picture her there. Right in front of me.
Sitting on my kitchen counter with her loose shirt and her tiny shorts. A naughty smile and that fucking erotic mouth of hers. Luscious lips turning into a grin when she said:
“I have to convince a client to fuck me” she smiled “You want me to show you?”
“I do” I go to her like a carnivore.
No… that’s not how it happened.
I place myself between her thighs before waiting for her invitation, my hands on her ass keeping her close. Yas hesitates with a delicious fucking moan, her arms on my shoulders as I grab her assk cheeks harder, pulling her in so she can rub herself on my dick.
She hugs me with her legs but not to stop me from running… I’m not running this time.
“Show me” I’d ask.
“If I asked you to fuck me, what would you do?” her ankles are sliding up and down my legs, enticing every nerve that controls a man’s libido making me want her so much I could burst.
I smile on her mouth.
“Why? Are you asking?”
But she was too naughty to let it go that easy.
“Maybe. What would you do?”
There’s just a tiny part of her tongue escaping her lips. Teasing me. Driving me crazy.
“If you want to find out, you’ll have to ask”.
She would laugh and squirm, but she’d never push me away. She would just use every single movement as an excuse to grind me harder, and I’d let her.
“Dav” she moans and I go hard “Would you fuck me?”
I bite her chin and my reply sounds hoarse and greedy.
Greedy for that body. For that mouth. For that moan.
“Of course I would”
Of course.
What else could I say to that?
But that’s not what I said.
And she never really asked.
She was naked.
The size of her nipples would change every time I looked at her. At times they were tiny and perky, then round and dark; and I never knew what option would make my cock was liking best.
My pants were hurting my erection, the red head growing up looking for air as soon as her delicate fingers unzipped me.
She was rubbing herself on me.
I was rubbing myself on her.
Maybe I was fucking her pussy.
Maybe I was fucking her tits.
But I’d always hear her moan.
Feeling whatever part of her around me.
The weakness in my legs become more and more intense.
I move my hips and I am inside her. Inside Yasmine. Wet. Warm. Naughty.
Riding me like the professional she is, making it clear I’d have no other option but to cum inside her.
I couldn’t remember if I had a condom on.
I couldn’t care.
I move my hips as this violent pleasure take over me. I want to hold her but she has her arm between us, pushing me away. Her smile isn’t sweet and inviting anymore.
It… changed.
It’s arrogant now. Dripping with vanity.
“I’m not done” she complains “I will need to use this”
There is something in her hands. I can’t quite see what… it’s small and thin.
She has to touch me with it so I understand it’s a needle.
She pinched my skin until she drew blood.
“Ouch” I hold on to the cut that, albeit tiny, was hurting like hell. There was blood coming out of that tiny hole. Way too much blood.
I read about that in an article once. Right after Yasmine told me about her tastes. BDSM, is what she called it. It was about spankings and pain and every kind of tool you could imagine. I never knew if she actually used needles… but since I read that article, I could never stop thinking about it.
“No… I don’t want this” I beg, holding on to my wound that bleeds and bleeds.
“Are you judging me? Are you shaming me?” she blinks, her eyes looking cruel, her words sounding mean “You?” she laughs “You innocent inexperienced idiot?”
“No!” I answer quickly “I am not judging you. If this works for you, that’s… that’s great. But it doesn’t for me. I… I don’t…”
“You don’t… what? You coward”
She climbed down the counter and is walking around my kitchen. Coming to me like she is hunting me. Bigger than any normal human could ever be. She was a giant and she was hunting me down to kill me and eat me.
I wake up so startled I sit up on the bed.
Sitting in the dark, my heart blowing up inside my chest.
“If I asked you to fuck me”
What if she did?
What if she really did?
What would you have done then?
You fucking coward.
Nothing.
Cause that’s all I was: an inexperienced coward.
There is cold sweat running down my brow, and… something else also. Something sticking me in bed.
I don’t even need to lift my covers.
It was her naughty smile. The memory of her words. The picturing of her moans.
Something sticky was running down my legs, tainting my dignity.
Cause that was the truth: draming about Yasmine was all it took for me to cum in my sheets.
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