S is for SEX

  After all, I’m Stevie Satterfield, and I’m a smart-assed bitch.

  As I felt his cock begin to slide inside of my throbbing pussy, I worked my feet from my heels and kicked them to the side.

  “Slipped on those heels earlier and fell on my ass,” I said through my clenched teeth.

  “Now fuck me this time, or lose me forever,” I growled.

  An hour and a half later, when he was done with me, he carried me to his room and carefully placed me in the master bath.

  Not because he was kind. He was kind, but that wasn’t the reason.

  I couldn’t walk.

  Or talk.

  Or feel my legs.

  And I loved him for it.

  STEVIE

  I had spent a lifetime allowing my mouth, attitude, and outgoing personality to get me into some serious trouble. Until I met Wilson, however, being in trouble had never been any fun.

  “Are you ever going to do something ridiculous like that ever again?” he breathed into my ear as he thrust his cock deep inside of me.

  The force lifted me from my feet. Now hovering an inch off of the floor with his hips against my bare ass and his throbbing shaft tickling my g-spot, I fought to catch my breath and respond properly.

  “Maybe,” I grunted.

  He clenched my hair in his fist and pulled it tight. His forearm dug into my back causing my head to turn to the side until he came into my vision. Standing behind me completely naked, his bare chest was flexed wide and his hair hung down in his face. I felt the pressure increase on the back of my head as he clenched his jaw and pressed his chin into the side of my neck. I closed my eyes allowed my mind to wander through thoughts of what he was going to do to me.

  His warm breath against my ear was driving me insane. “Are you sure?” he growled.

  I opened my eyes and gazed out the window of his office. Being fucked on the twentieth floor of his office against the glass wasn’t punishment, it was a dream come true. If this was what he intended to do to me to teach me a lesson, I’d piss him off every night.

  “Fuck yes…I’m sure,” I grunted. “I’ll do…something...dumb…again.”

  He released my hair and pressed his hand against the back of my head. The glass was cold against my cheek, but fighting him was an impossible task. He was far too strong. I was exactly where I wanted to be, and he was fucking me the way I needed to be fucked.

  Each thrust of his hips lifted me from the floor slightly and caused my bare chest to slam into the cold glass. My nipples pressing against the window was a turn-on in itself, and not something I had experienced in the past, but was quite sensual. I realized as I stared down at the city that being fucked while looking at the people and traffic of the downtown district was going to bring me to climax much quicker than normal. In my mind they were all looking up watching Wilson teach me a lesson.

  He pressed his hips against my ass and held me up, suspended slightly from the floor. I opened my mouth and stretched my jaw wide at the feeling of his cock being thrust so deep that it hurt.

  “You like that big dick?” he growled.

  “Mmhhmm,” I whimpered.

  The pressure of my face being pressed against the glass relaxed as his hand moved from the back of my head. Within an instant, his hands found my boobs and he began squeezing and kneading aggressively. I moaned in pleasure as I arched my back and attempted to get the head of his thick cock to rub my g-spot again.

  Oh fuck…

  There…it…is…

  As I began to grind my hips in a circular motion, the tip of his dick worked its magic against my g-spot. My entire body began to tingle as I felt the pressure build within me. At the same time, his breathing became choppy and labored.

  Fuck yes. Come with me…

  I arched my back and bucked my hips wildly as the tingling increased to a point that it was almost crippling. With my boobs still cupped in his strong hands, his fingers began to pinch my nipples, causing an entirely new sensation to begin, but one I wasn’t able to enjoy for very long.

  “Wilson…” I moaned as I ground my ass against his hips.

  I felt him begin to swell inside of me.

  It was time.

  As the pressure within me mounted, he dragged his teeth up along my neck until his lips were against my ear.

  “I love you,” he breathed into my ear.

  Incapable of responding, but totally in love with him as well, I burst into an orgasm, shaking from my toes to my fingertips. The pressure from his swollen cock increased as he reached climax. Simultaneously, he erupted within me. The sensation of his cum inside of me caused my legs to go weak and buckle beneath me.

  As I rested my ass against his upper thighs and attempted to regain my senses, he turned my head to the side and kissed me fully and passionately on the lips.

  Kissing was something I enjoyed greatly, but rarely seemed to do. As our tongues intertwined and we moaned in pleasure, the orgasm slowly decreased, and eventually faded into a dull tingle.

  I sighed in relief as he lifted me from my feet and tossed me over his shoulder. With his hand cupped against my butt, he turned around, took two steps, and cleared his massive desk of everything on it with one swipe of his arm. The phone, all the papers, his computer monitor, and every office accessory crashed to the floor. He leaned forward, lifted me from his shoulders, and cradled me onto the desk.

  I raised my head from the desk and rested my chin in my hand as I admired him. His torso was rippled with muscles and flared into a wide “V” shape as it formed into his massive chest. Free of hair, the definition of each and every well-defined muscle was apparent. My eyes slowly shifted upward until they met his gaze. His hair was a mess, and he was completely naked except for his socks. Satisfied he was everything I needed, wanted, and now deserved; I curled into a tight little ball and grinned.

  “I fucking love you,” I said.

  He brushed his hair back and smiled. “I love you, too.”

  “What’s up with the socks?” I asked as I tilted my head toward his feet.

  He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Guess I didn’t want to waste the time.”

  “Nice touch,” I said.

  He stepped to the edge of the desk and sat down. After twisting his upper body to face me, he gazed down at me and studied me for a long moment.

  “You want to know something?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I said as I resituated my chin into the palm of my hand.

  “As a little kid, on my birthdays, when I blew out my candles…” he paused and shook his head lightly as if recalling the memories.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Well,” he said as he shifted his eyes to meet mine. “I never wished for any material things. It was never a Nintendo game or a bicycle or any other material object that I wished for.”

  He eyes fell to the floor and stared blankly. “Every year I’d wish for the same thing. I’d wish for a friend. Year after year I wished for a friend to come, but I never got one.”

  As my heart felt like it was breaking into a million little pieces for the pain he must have gone through as a child, he continued.

  “Until now. You’re my best friend and you’re my lover. Thank you for sharing your life with me,” he said.

  I opened my mouth, knowing if I actually spoke, I’d begin to cry. I mouthed the words “I love you” as my eyes welled with tears.

  Wilson must have felt the exact same way. He bit into his bottom lip, nodded his head a few times as his eyes shifted along my naked body, and eventually he fixed his eyes on my face.

  “I love you,” he said silently in return.

  There are many men on this earth that have the ability to satisfy each and every one of us, but there is only one man who is a perfect fit. He’s the man who snaps into place and fills every awkward little void in our inner being.

  And my perfect fit was sitting at my side.

  WILSON

  With my life in order and each subsequent d
ay appearing as bright as the sun shining in through the bedroom window, I felt invincible. My future with Stevie may not have been etched in stone, but if I had my say in matters it wouldn’t be long until it was. As we struggled to convince ourselves getting out of bed was in our best interest, I stared up at the ceiling filled with gratitude for what my life had become.

  “I still can’t believe it,” she said.

  I tilted my head to the side. She had raised herself onto her elbows, and the comforter slid down to her waist. With her breasts bare and her purple hair draped down over the front of her shoulders, maintaining a civil posture was difficult.

  “Believe what?” I asked as I glanced up at the ceiling again.

  She turned her head to face me and rolled her eyes. “That you sold the company, Dork.”

  I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. “I gave it away.”

  She rolled her eyes again, more playfully. “Whatever.”

  “Are you disappointed?” I asked.

  “Fuck no,” she responded as she pulled the comforter over her head.

  As she burrowed underneath the blankets, she continued. Her voice was slightly muffled, but still intelligible.

  “It’s nice being home with you in the mornings,” she said as she continued to situate herself.

  After a moment, she was lying on top of me and my pajamas were on the floor beside the bed. With her chest on my hips and the soft fabric of her pajamas rubbing against my calves, she began to softly kiss my stomach. As I lifted the comforter to respond, she glanced up, winked, and reached between my legs.

  After a few playful strokes, I was as rigid as a steel rod. Holding the comforter several inches over my chest, I watched as she situated herself over my hips and lowered her open mouth over the tip of my twitching cock.

  As her mouth slowly worked up and down the shaft she maintained eye contact with me. Gazing into her eyes as she eagerly sucked my dick had become an odd pleasure of mine, but one I was incapable of enjoying for very long. Her ability to orally please me combined with the pleasure she obtained from doing so – all clearly seen while gazing into her eyes as she licked and sucked – was simply too much for me to take.

  The eyes reveal a truth than words never may.

  And her eyes revealed her joy in pleasing me.

  Incapable of continuing to watch, I dropped the comforter to my chest and stared up at the ceiling.

  “Watch me,” she said.

  After speaking, she forced my cock deep in her throat until I felt her gag reflex convulse. I felt her warm saliva slowly worked its way down the shaft and onto my tight scrotum. A few seconds of her sucking my balls and licking my cock cleaned up what little mess she may have made, and she moved her mouth back to her main focus, the shaft. A few strokes of her mouth later, she lifted her lips from the tip blew against the head.

  “I…can’t…” I breathed.

  “You can. You’re a sex pussy,” she said.

  I wrinkled my nose and lifted the comforter. “A what?”

  She grinned, opened her mouth, and forced my cock deep into her throat. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, she forced it deeper and deeper until she gagged again. As she choked, her throat convulsed and her eyes went closed momentarily. After opening her eyes, she sucked heavily and lifted her head slowly.

  “Sex pussy,” she said as she licked her lips.

  “What in the world…”

  “You’re afraid,” she said. “A pussy who’s afraid of sex. Sex pussy. I just made it up,” she said.

  “I’m not a pussy of any sort,” I assured her.

  “Watch me,” she said as she lowered her mouth playfully.

  As her open mouth hovered over the tip of my cock, I tossed the comforter over her back.

  “Watch me,” I said as I leaned forward and grabbed her by the arms.

  After lifting her from the bed, I tucked my shoulder under her chest and stood. Now with her over my shoulder, I walked naked to the master bathroom and lowered her to the floor.

  “What are you doing, Fucker? I wasn’t done. I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said.

  “Watch me,” I said as I reached for the bottom of her ribbed tank.

  I lifted her top over her head, and immediately reached for the waist of her pajamas. After pulling them to mid-thigh, I pointed down at the frustrating wad of flannel and shook my index finger.

  “Get them off,” I demanded.

  “Aye aye, Captain,” she said as she saluted me.

  She bent down, removed her pajamas, and instead of standing, engulfed my cock in her mouth. As she aggressively began to force her mouth down the shaft repeatedly, I reached down and pulled her to her feet.

  “Play time is over,” I said. “Watch me.”

  The master bath was massive, and included a long marble topped dressing and makeup area which was fitted with his and hers sinks. The space between the sinks was approximately twelve feet long, and the wall behind it was mirrored to the ceiling.

  “Hands on the mirror,” I said as I placed my hands under her armpits and lifted her to the countertop.

  Without hesitation or complaint, but while facing me, she slapped her hands against the mirror at waist height. I shook my head, jumped onto the countertop, and gripped her shoulders.

  “Facing the mirror, you sex pussy,” I said.

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” she said as she turned around.

  Now facing the mirror with her hands at shoulder height, it was apparent I wouldn’t be able to stand behind her and fuck her, due to the narrow width of the countertop. Unwilling to look like a novice or make it seem as if I had no idea of what I was doing, I positioned myself beside her, reached between her legs, and brushed the tips of my fingers against her wetness.

  “You’re soaked,” I said.

  “I don’t suck your cock as punishment. I do it ‘cause I love it. It turns me on,” she said over her shoulder.

  I positioned my middle and ring fingers together and slowly slid them into her pussy. Forcing myself as deeply as humanly possible, I curled the tips of my fingers as I continued to shove them in and out of her rapidly. She closed her eyes, groaned in pleasure, and tilted her head back.

  With my free hand, I reached for her hair, gathered it in my hand, and pulled it tightly. I pressed my jaw against her neck, clenched her earlobe in my teeth, and breathed heavily into her ear.

  “Open your eyes and watch me, you pussy,” I growled.

  She opened her eyes and gazed down at the mirror. I pulled her hair to the side, and forced her to turn sideways and pressed against the side of her ass with my thigh. Now bent over slightly with my fingers still deep inside her, her pussy was facing the mirror.

  “Watch,” I said as I began to finger fuck her with all my might.

  “Oh God…” she whimpered.

  “Watch!” I demanded.

  She turned her head to the side and lowered her eyes toward the reflection of my hand slapping against her ass. With the inside of my foot, I swept her leg to the side, widening her stance slightly. Now with her pussy in full view and my two fingers working in and out rapidly, she stared for a moment and eventually bit her lower lip. As I watched her relax and close her eyes, I reminded her of our half-assed agreement.

  I pressed my lips to her ear.

  “Watch me,” I whispered.

  She opened her eyes focused on the mirror, and after a moment, closed them and began to moan.

  I pulled my fingers from inside of her, pulled her hair tight against my chest, and shook my head.

  “Fucking pussy,” I said. “Move…”

  I pushed against her shoulder and forced her to move a few feet away along the edge of the countertop. After lying down on my back lengthwise between the sinks, I motioned for her to climb on top of me. As she gazed down at me, I spit in my hand, reached for my cock, and began to slowly stroke it.

  “Get on me and fuck me, and if you close your eyes…”

  He
r eyes fell to my waist. “Oh God…”

  “Ride me,” I said.

  She continued to stare at my cock-filled hand. I inhaled a deep breath, stroked my cock a few times, and fixed my eyes on her face.

  “Pussy,” I said as I exhaled.

  She shifted her eyes to meet mine, straddled me, and lowered herself onto my cock. With ease, she engulfed my entire length into her soaking wet folds. After a deep sigh upon bottoming out against the tip, she pressed her hands into my chest and began to raise and lower her ass in a very sensual yet mechanical fashion.

  Having her face me and fuck me in such a manner was almost as sexually distressing as watching her suck my cock. As her hair bounced up and down on her shoulders and her breasts bounced with each thrust of her hips, I reminded her of her obligation.

  “Slow down, and watch my cock slide in and out of your twat, you pussy,” I said as I reached for her nipples.

  I twisted her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and she immediately began to moan in pleasure. I knew from experience that she was incapable of lasting very long after I began to torture her nipples. As I pinched them firmly, she alternated glanced between the mirror and my hands and continued to work her hips back and forth slowly.

  As wet and willing as she was didn’t change the fact that her pussy was tight, and the girth of my cock was massive. The friction, although she was lubricated more than sufficiently, was so pleasurable it was sheer hell not to climax. After watching myself disappear in and out of her wetness repeatedly, I turned my head to the side and looked into the mirror.

  Her beautiful face looked back at me.

  Bad idea, Wilson, bad idea.

  Her undeniable beauty combined with the feeling of having her fuck me as magically as she was able to immediately proved to be too much. I quickly turned away and began to raise and lower my hips in unison with her movements; insuring I forced myself as deep as I was able. Each the tip of my cock pressed against her inner region, she moaned in pleasure. Slightly more pressure on her nipples caused her moaning to increase, and her back soon arched until her hair fell behind her.