Into the Phonebooth

which ever it is the answer is always 'yes'!

Btw...I saw your index of pictures yesterday. My word. It took me awhile to catch my breath! You're one of my favorite litsters for many other reasons, but your sex appeal is definitely one of them!
 
Btw...I saw your index of pictures yesterday. My word. It took me awhile to catch my breath! You're one of my favorite litsters for many other reasons, but your sex appeal is definitely one of them!

:eek: Thank you!!

Right back at you!! :kiss::heart:
 
I remember seeing you from the stage that night. I was right in the middle of my poetry set, and the band had just launched into a song. "Fucking You" was the name, but the lyrics were not crude. They were tender, and talked about caresses and kisses. And as I surveyed the crowd, I saw beautiful woman after beautiful woman. And I flirted with my eyes, and licked my lips, but when I saw you, I almost forgot the words. You arrested me. Your eyes were locked in. You swayed to the rhythm of the music as if in a trance, but you held me enthralled. So much so that I cut song short and announced a break just so that I could get down to meet you.

When I stepped off of the stage, you were nowhere to be found, which irritated me. Looking at my watch, I growled under my breath, cursing that an opportunity had slipped through my fingers. Pulling at my tie, I loosened it, unbuttoned my collar and headed back on stage. I began performing a poem entitled "Purr/Roar", and just as I did, I saw you walk back in, and sit down at your original table. I caught a glimpse of your dress. Red. With black lace running through it. Sheer back. My lips curled into a sneer as my mind feasted on the ways that I could rip that dress off of you. I could imagine making you purr. I fantasizes about making you roar. Suddenly the words of the poem took on new meaning to me, and I felt my body tightening as I forced every ounce of desire I had into it. Tossing off the rest of the crowd, I found myself standing right in front of your table, no longer on the stage, speaking as if you were the only woman in the room. When you tried looking away, my hand touched your cheek and kept you there with me, in that moment. As the final words rang through the air, I came back to myself, and realized what I had done. The crowd was quiet. No applause. Only stares. Glossy-eyed women looked at you with daggers in their eyes. The men they came with looked at them, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

I slowly backed away from you, but not before throwing my tie at you. I was still angry that I'd you'd affected me the way that you had, but I also knew that as much as you had me, I had you too. And so I walked away. The music played on, . The crowd resumed their chatter, and I walked back to my room with a grin. I say back there, taking my shirt off to change for the next set. I cranked my music and let John Legend take me to a happy place. My mind forced an image of you to the forefront, and I felt my body respond. My jeans tightened, and I could fee the familiar pulsing of my cock. Figuring that I had the time, I took my jeans off, as well as my boxers, I let my cock free and began striking it in the mirror, while I thought of bending you over that table and feeding my cock into you from behind, while I sang to you. In my mind, you felt so good, that I watched as I started leaking immediately. I rocked on my feet, but stayed upright, stroking furiously as I imagined my hand around your throat, hearing your voice screaming, Daddy, fuck me!". I moaned out loud and felt my cock shoot. And again.

And again.

I thought it would never stop. My mouth was open, and I painted, trying to catch my breath. The room spun, and for a second, I swore that There was someone else in the room. When I closed my eyes to stabilize myself, I felt the vibrations start to pass. However, when I opened my eyes and turned around, I saw your red dress standing just inside of the closed doorway.

"Is this how you relax after all of your shows?", you asked with a grin on your face, and an evil gleam in your eyes.

I thought about covering up, but I could see those evil eyes distracted by my leaking, still erect cock. I knew I had the advantage, so I pressed it.

"Take that dress off", I said in a calm voice.

I took one step toward you.

You stepped back defiantly and shook your head.

"Fuck you."

"I said, take that fucking dress off."

Another step toward you.

"I'm not some slut, or some other kind of whore that comes to your room looking for some dick. Fuck. You.", you sneered, backing away another step.

I took another step toward you.

Then another.

You could seen the malice in my eyes. Sweat ran down my forehead. I was in heat. Soon, there was less that a foot between us. Your eyes shifted from me to my cock, to the door. I let you ponder your choices. When you turned to leave the room, I saw my window.

Grabbing you by the back of the neck, I pulled you back and slammed the door. I leaned in close enough that you could feel my cock pressing against your thighs, as your miniskirt was hiked just enough. My lips rested against your ears, and I said one more time,

"Take....the fucking.....dress.....off."

A shudder ran through your body. I didn't have to see your face to know that your eyes were closed. I did t have to fee your pussy to know that you had just leaked a good amount of juice onto my cock, that was still leaking streams of cum down your thigh and legs. My hand left your neck and travels into your hair, playing in the locks, while my mouth went to your neck and kissed you. Bit you. Sucked your skin. Even sweaty it was sweet. Such tender flesh. Then I finally heard the sound that I had been waiting for.

The sound of a zipper.

I stepped back, keeping a hold of your head. The familiar rustling of fabric filled the air, as I watched the dress fall to the floor. Half pulling, half yanking you, I leaned you against my dressing room table, and forced your head up so that you could see me behind you. I made you watch me kiss your back. I made you watch me unclasp, and release your breats, followed by my hands on them. Squeezing. Pinching your nipples and rolling them. I made you watch me as I slapped them softly. I made you watch me hook my fingers around your underwear and slide them down.

Then I made you feel my tongue against your legs, then your thighs. They taste like semen and push, because you had been leaking on top of what my cock had already done. As I got closer to your pussy, I felt you vibrating, followed by a release from your pussy.

"What the f-fuck are you doing to me, J?", you asked in a trembling voice.

"Daddy". I said.

"What?" You said through clenched teeth as you felt my tongue sliding deep inside of your pussy.

"Call me fucking Daddy, slut." I said with a hint of amusement in my muffled voice.

I heard you moan. And my tongue slide out and upward, tasting your right bud for the first time. The area was waxed. You may or may not have done this before, but that was if no matter to me. I was going to own you.

My tongue entered your ass, and my fingers entered your pussy. You clenched down around them, and came again in rapid, violent fashion. Your knees buckled, but you did not fall. I withdrew my tongue and utter the words I knew you craved,

"Good girl".

I felt your body tense, and then relax once again.

"You're right", I said with my fingers almost lifting you off of the ground , " you're not some slut. Not some whore. Not some random woman. You're my slut. And you will give me what I want. I will take all of you. And you will fucking like it. Do you understand, Slut?"

Moaning with regularity now, and leaking into my fingers, down my knuckles and hands, all you could do was whimper,

"Y-yes, Daddyyy!"

I slid my cock into your pussy, but only once stroke. When I pulled it back out, you whimpered in protest, but I pulled your hair and head back, and you relented. I ran my cock across the outside of your pussy, slapping it upward against your clit. Once, twice, three times...

And then I slid back into you. harder. I used your pussy. Got my cock almost white with your cream. When I had done what I had intended, I pulled out again, and turned you around. You fell to your knees. I don't know whether it was out of exhaustion, or excitement, but when you hit the ground hands reached for my cock. I slapped them away. Instead, I ran my cock across your lips, smearing them.

"Open", I said.

You obediently opened your mouth and welcomed my cock deep into your throat. You sucked with so much enthusiasm that I almost orgasmed immediately. Grunting and grinding my teeth, I knew that this was you getting bratty. I allowed it though, because you looked so beautiful to me in this moment. When I had my fill, I pulled you up again, and kissed you hard on the mouth. We moaned into each other, and I took you around the waist. Your nipples poked into my chest and I could feel your heat permeating the room. I turned you around again, and took your hands, placing them on your buttocks.

"Spread them", I said with a voice full of arousal.

I watched patiently as you arched your back and spread your ass apart for me. Kneeling a bit, I licked your ass again. After awhile, I stood up and rubbed my cock against your tightness again. Pulling away, I slide my cock into you again, fucking you quickly and purposefully, before pulling out and pressing myself against your ass. Letting my cock head rest, I scooped a bit of coconut oil out and placed it on your lower back. Your heat melted it almost instantly and it ran down onto your ass and my cock. Pulling my cock away, I slid a finger easily inside of you. Your moan was deep. Guttural. Primal. It incensed me. I slid the finger in deeper. Then added a second, stretching you. You responded by backing up against me.

Just what I wanted.

Removing my fingers, I slid the first inch of my cock inside of you. Your breathing deepened. You knew what to do. The second inch also went in smoothly. I was unable to slide the rest in, because you bucked back against me and swallowed the rest of me.
We both groaned out loud.

The fucking took a different turn. We fought. Trying to get the upper hand on one another. I would grab your hair and slap your ass. You would reach underneath yourself and massage and grip my balls. The strokes were hard. We were loud.

Shit kept falling down around us. But you were waiting on something, and when I figured out what it was, I grinned, then let myself go.

"Cum for me Slut. Give Daddy what he needs. Or must I take it?"

You grunted. With my hands on your pussy, I spanked it hard, feeling it vibrate with energy and heat. You moved my hand and rubbed your clit.

I felt you cum.

I heard you whispering frantically under your breath,

"Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy..."

Feeling your clench and release repeatedly, I slammed my cock into your ass over and over and

Over again...

Until I boiled...

Overheated

Grunted out loud

Bit into your back...

And released deep inside of your pulsing ass.

We stayed connected until I finally slid out. But even then we stayed connected. Breathing raggedly until there was a knock on the door that startled us out of our stupor.

"Yo J, you're up again!"
 
Is it good? Writing stories makes me nervous. I'm not the best at them, because I write them so rarely.

I ... don't even know what to say to you right now. I mean, nothing that I can say on a public forum, not even a sex forum. So, yeah, it is good. :eek:
 
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