Coffee and kink - full scenario

You've left the front door slightly ajar, just like you said you would and you hear me push it open, wipe my feet on the mat, close the door with a gentle click and release. For a moment you don't hear anything else, no movement, no steps and you're breathing a little harder and shallower, your palms slightly tacky, the beginnings of a tremor in your body which you try to calm by gripping your thighs tighter. You're telling yourself to look carefree, nonchalant, sexy and in control but your nipples have started to bud erect through the thin material of your bra and the cotton of your blouse. Your pussy is slick with wetness and while you fight hard to resist the temptation to run a finger over your already gorged and swollen lips, each time you edge your thighs slightly further apart you experience another mini flux, soaking through the gusset of your tights which cling heavily to the shape and line and plumpness of your pussy.

You pull your hair off your neck, loosening the opening of your blouse, pulling it a little further down your cleavage and undo another button so your bra is clearly visible, the swell of your breasts pushed together. You hitch your skirt a higher so the gusset of your tights is showing, open your knees a little more. You lick your lips. Feel the stiffness of your nipples, gently tweak them so their peak shows erect through the white cotton.

You hear me walking down the hallway, the tread on a stair, checking one room, the sound of a door nudged open and then left to swing back again, gauge where the steps pause, unsure which direction to take and then hear them again closer to the room, a careful steady pace, noticeably slowing on approaching the entrance, the door propped half open, a flash of colour visible through the door jamb. You try to regulate your breathing but it's rapid, rising high in your chest and each time you lick your lips your tongue feels larger, swollen and you can't believe how wet it feels between your legs, sticky on your thighs, surprised, glancing down, that nothing’s showing through the sheerness of your tights. You shift on the edge of the bed, swiftly slide your hand between your legs, touch the slickness with your fingers. As you move the musky scent of your pussy catches in your nose and you feel another mini-flux dampen the edge of the bed where you sit.

You see me walk through the door and you're pleased I'm attractive. I say hi, you say hi, it's a bit stilted but somehow less awkward when I get closer and look you full in the face and simply ask, ok? You nod and say, think so and because I'm standing between your thighs you're aware of the erection in my trousers, groin blocking your vision. Without warning I widen the stance of your legs with my foot, stoop and slide my hand between your legs, feel how wet you are through your tights, masturbating you through the soft gusset pad, slide, run my fingers over your labia once, feel you open and swiftly slide a finger inside and then out and then back inside, hooking my finger against the firmness of your g-spot for a couple of strokes then suddenly withdraw my hand and stand. I run the same hand across your face, trailing a finger across your lips, the tip of my thumb just dipped into your mouth feeling the wet soft curl of your tongue, making you smell and taste your fresh heavy muskiness.

You feel me caress the swell of your breasts, gently accentuating their roundness pushed up in your bra and the way the nipples harden against the roll of my palm. I tell you to open the blouse but just as you start with the first button I reach out, rip the material open, revealing the full weight of your breasts. I tell you to slide the bra straps from your shoulders, pull your bra down to your waist and as you do it I hold your chin so your eyes are held on mine. I take your nipples, already stiff and swollen flush, between finger and thumb and squeeze, pulling them away from you, pulling your face and body toward my crotch by tugging those large sensitive buds which grow ever more erect, jutting upwards, quivering slightly in my grip.

You start stroking the shape of my cock through my trousers, feeling its length, girth, allowing your fingers to press against the shape, curling your palm around it best you can, squeezing it, your face close, trying to breathe in the smell of my groin, sliding your hand down between my legs, taking my balls through my trousered crotch in your hand, a delicate pulling action, as you stroke and squeeze my clothed cock with the other hand. As you momentarily shift position a larger flux of moisture seeps again from between your legs and spreads to the hot closed pinkness of your anus. Your eyes follow mine as I stoop to kiss the minor welts across your shoulders, moisten the grooves left by the bra strap with my tongue before tracing the creases and hollows of your arms, tongue exploring the pores, dampening the fine feathered hair, the hint of stubble, burying my face in the heady sweet tang of your moist underarm.

I tell you to take my cock out but just as you begin to unbuckle the belt and open the fly I take your hands, guide your movements, determining where you grip. I step out of my trousers and my erection bends slightly to one side, throbbing in front of your face, swollen wide and flushed against the tightness of the foreskin. I tell you to touch the tip with your fingers, making sure you keep your eyes all the time on mine, watching as your fingers dab and circle the pre-cum which shines from the end of my cock, glistening the glands.

I tell you to taste your fingers and as you suck off the tackiness, I bring my cock right up to you face, tell you to breathe deeply the smell of my sex, placing my hand at the base of your neck and pull your face into my groin, making you smell my penis, my balls, rubbing your face underneath my testicles, making you taste and run your tongue over the musky heat between my legs where the skin and hair continues round from my groin to the meat of my anus.

You motion as if to take my cock in your mouth but I push your hands away and instead rub the head of my cock over your face, running it against your lips, the tip of your tongue, your nose, your chin, your hair, your neck, spreading a thin trail of pre-cum across your face. I push you back on the bed, tell you to stretch yourself out, hitch up your skirt and tear open the gusset of your tights, pulling them down in shreds to below your knees. I tell you to hold your legs open wide and massage your own pubis and when you look away I tell you to keep your eyes on me, to never look away.

I stand at the foot of the bed, still, watching you massage your pussy with firm circular motion, both of us listening to the click and stick of your flux wetting your pussy, heavy on your plump labia, glistening the seam between your legs which disappears in the beautiful fleshy fold of your buttocks to your pink hot anus. I tell you to hold your pussy open, wide, allowing me a glimpse of the way you're spread and shiny between your legs, pulling up your vulva so I can see the clit stiffening erect.

You breath heavily through your mouth, nervous because I haven’t yet moved, a sheen of spittle shining your upper lip. You shut your eyes, throw your head back, masturbating fast in front of me, fingering yourself and teasing out the full erection of your clitoris, your hand working in rhythm, no sound except the shallow tremble of your breath and the run of your flux, slippery and glistening over your fingers and inner thighs. You open your eyes and watch as I bend my face toward you, breathing in the tangy scent of your moistening sex. You open your legs completely, holding my eyes with confidence, gently tilting your pubis up toward me by way of invitation.

I slide my hand up your inner thigh, let it stop against a trickle, slide up and in between your legs, slowly open your pussy which clicks with the sound of your sticky labia. I spread you open and see how wet you are inside, noticing how your belly undulates and your chin tilts back every time I flick a finger over your clit which is budding and swollen from beneath the flushed pink of its hood.

I kiss your clitoris, tasting the tang of your flux, the dampness of your pubis still tilted upward, a well of wetness held in a shiny droplet between your outer labia. You taste salty and tangy and gloriously musky, yet the taste is clear and fresh with renewed moisture. I slide two fingers inside you, hooked toward your deepspot, working quickly and you in turn massage your clit, grinding it against the rounded jut of your pubis, all the time fluxing over my fingers, down my wrist, your pussy gorged and open, flushed with orgasm.

Your head hangs off the bed, hair loose, a few strands damp on your forehead. I mash my mouth, my chin, my nose into your pussy, tonguing you stiffly, your clitoris budded and protruding and suddenly your hands are joining my tongue - as I fuck you with my mouth you finger yourself with two, then three fingers and suddenly both your hands are working you, bringing you to climax. My mouth is so far over your pussy, my tongue so deep it seems like half my head is between your legs and still we both grind, bringing on a new wave of orgasm as I thrust my hands beneath the round of your luscious buttocks, parting their deep fold, searching for that damp firm opening of your anus, slick with your own juice, massaging it with the knuckle of my thumb as it widens and closes around my fingers deep inside.

I pull your legs still further apart, smell the sweat on your inner thighs, the dampness of your naval, taste the heat and stickiness of your beautiful stomach, tongue the scented hollow of your belly button, armpits, the folds in your arms. The room fills with the smell of your sex. I taste you and hold you close, tight in my hands, pressing into your wonderful moist flesh, pulling back your head by the hair, pressing down your chin to force open your mouth, licking your lips, your tongue, your cheeks, wrapping my tongue around yours, tasting your mouth, covering myself in your saliva, fucking your mouth with my stiffened tongue and holding your own swollen tongue between my lips and teeth.

All the while I slowly, teasingly edge my hand up your inner thigh until at last I slide two fingers inside, feel the walls of your pussy tighten and convulse as I slide in and up, masturbating you deeply with two, then three, now four fingers 'til your come is dripping down into my palm, my wrist, glistening your inner thighs. I pull your gorged pussy up to my face, breathing in the sticky wetness, hold you open and tongue you deep inside, sucking your clit as it swells, flicking it, teasing it between my teeth, rubbing the flushed hood with my fingers, pulling you close so I can lick all the way in and fuck you with my tongue as your pussy swells, those gorgeous tangy dripping lips and you orgasm in my face, strong with the scent of your juice.

At the moment of orgasm my fingers are right up inside you, hooked toward your deepspot, firmly pulling back and forth. Your thighs tremble, you try and close your legs but I keep them splayed wide open, looking down at your beautiful sweating body, arched and convulsed, your pussy walls contracting around my hand inside you, your anus dilated, your hips pushed towards me, pussy pumped and gushing wet, your face tilted up, eyes wide, pupils large, mouth open, your whole body relinquished and unstrung, surging with the intensity of your come.

I pull myself up your body, lean my face into yours. Your lips part and you slide your tongue inside my mouth, thrusting me, eating me with your kiss. I feel a surge of excitement shudder through me as you grab at my body, gripping my thighs, my buttocks, groping for the throb of my erection. My fingers are still massaging your anus and your pussy simultaneously, pumping your pink moist elastic rectum, two fingers uncurled inside you. My knee mashes your pubis, masturbating your clitoris, labia wet and swollen, inviting the peak of my knee inside you.

You close your hand around my cock, pulling the foreskin back over the glands, spitting into your palm and rubbing it over the head of my cock as you masturbate me slowly, lubricating me with pre-cum. My cock feels on fire, spasms of intense pleasure coursing through me and I whisper to you that I’m so turned on I won’t be able to hold out but you shake your head and I say what? and you say, I want you to come, I want you to come high up inside me, and then we can go again and again and again and again and again. Each time you say again you pull the foreskin back from the head of my cock and ease the swollen end between your slick pussy lips.

As you finish talking you nod, eat me with another kiss and then bring my full length inside you, whispering into my ear, come inside me, fuck me hard and fast and come high up inside of me. As I thrust forward and up I feel the walls of your pussy close around my penis, gripping in waves. I feel light-headed, like I’m disappearing into space, only my cock feels alive, unnaturally huge and swollen and straining inside of you. I look down and your eyes are wide, as if intoxicated, the pupils dilated and dark, the colour from your iris glinting and vibrant. Your mouth hangs open and you shudder with a guttural groan which trembles through your pubis, your hips, a tremor up your stomach, lifting your breasts and exploding throatily from your mouth.

I double the speed of my thrusts, grinding into you, hold your buttocks up and apart so I can see your anus open pink and shiny at the height of your orgasm. I put my hand on your neck, holding you down on the bed, feeling the breath heaving in out of your throat and ejaculate lengthily inside you, over and over, thrusting with each pulsing surge which fills you, spilling out, coating my cock, streaming down my balls, your thighs, filling the air with a wet slapping sound which punctures each of our screams.

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