La Chateau d'Ausus

[Ausus_girl13]

C'est parfait.

The minute he turns and pushes me into the books, there is nothing for me to do but return his kiss eagerly. My eye flutter close and I am filled with the scent of him, of books, of this sublime moment. I have to break the kiss so that I can breathe. Though he doesn't.

His lips, those soft, entirely too kissable lips slide down my neck. Between the classics and a hard man, there really is no where for me to go. Not that I would want to. My head slides back and I sigh and gasp with every little movement of his. For a moment, I luxuriate in the feel of our bodies together. For a moment!

But never a woman to sit idly by, my fingers find his hair, my arms snake around his shoulders, and my leg wraps around his hips, anchored against him, I take my time. My pleasure at tasting him again, my tongue darting out to tease his lower lip, melding my lips to his to slide our tongues together, only to break the deep kiss with tiny, staccato kisses.

Though there is no power play here, I am still testing his resistance. I will know when he cannot hold back, and I am listening. It's like a game of hot and cold...

My lips move over his strong jaw, and I can feel it flex under my gentle kiss. Cold...

My teeth graze his neck and his hand tightens on my thigh. Warmer...

I nibble on his ear, my tongue flicking at the soft flesh there, he can hear my hitched breath as he presses harder into me. And I hear the soft groan falling from his lips.

Hot...

 

[Light Ice]

My ear. The pass of her tongue, scrape of small teeth, and her breath. A trio of affections that register like blows, impacts, throughout my body. All at once my muscles tighten, bristle, harden, and I am vaguely aware that my hips have surged forward of their own accord to bury the hard length of my prick into the spread core of her body. Clothes, fucking clothes, come between what should already be mine. I can smell her on the air now, taste her arousal on the salty-sweet of her skin as my teeth bite down into the soft column of her throat in deft retaliation.

All at once the sweetness of the moment is shattered. There, caught in the coil of her lean leg, my hips grind with sudden and almost vicious intent. Incensed, unbridled by desire, my hands arch over her. I can feel her silken mane knotting in my fingers as it seals a grip in her hair, pulling her mouth to mine, tearing it from its affections to claim it in a tangle of lips and tongue. A rough kiss that allows me to feel the shape of her teeth through the plush softness of her lips and devour the taste of her.

"Fuck." I manage. Gasping. Ragged. Aware that my voice is a dark and throaty rumble of its former self.

My other hand slips up her thigh, along silken skin. It traces lean muscles to the curve of her backside, pushing up fabric in its wake. I take hold of her flawless cheek, keep her crotch ground firmly into mine, indulge in the suddenly intense feminine feel of her against me.

"I need..." Thinking out loud against kisses, my eyes finding hers, suddenly intent. It takes everything to rip my stare from her and look out across the room, past sofas. Chairs. Tables. A few hundred places where a woman could be properly taken suddenly failing to inspire.

The answer comes as I look back to her. My eyes dusky. The strong hand on her ass slipping down, following the cheek beneath her to the place where her panties hug her sex.

"You. Here. Now."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I love it. Je l'aime.

"You. Here. Now."

Nothing like pushing a man to the edge of his resistance. Something it seems, I excel at. Not that I tell him this. Course, I am not far myself. A necessary risk.

His deep, ragged growl weakening my already paltry defenses. Watching a man get hard is always hot, hearing that tone when nothing will stop him from tearing my clothes off, fucking kills me. And he... is deathly close.

Though he has surveyed the room, and so many places have offered up their charms to him. Nothing, it seems catches his eye. Except for me. And when his hand slides, presses and invades the spot between my legs, my core, me... I do nothing to halt the whimpery, needy moan that emanates from my throat.

Nothing is fast enough, and though my quick nimble fingers deftly open his jeans, I feel as if I am moving through molasses. What the hell is wrong with me? Usually I toy with those I bring here, teasing them into a frenzy of need till clothes, orders, and whips are flying everywhere.

But this? This is just me, craving. "Oh fuck."

I drop my leg only long enough to help him pull my panties down my legs, though they pool at my ankle, and are kicked across the room, when I wrap my leg back around his hips. His hips, with nothing between us now. Oh shit.

 

[Light Ice]

The panties, I catch only a glimpse, are a wisp of lacy fabric. There is no doubt, none, that they'd have presented the round of her cheeks and the valley of her mound with desperately lusty distinction. A scandalous necessity of a woman's lingerie, cut to enhance what nature has already seen fit to yield. This dress, this woman, this moment stands so distinct in my thoughts and so potent in my desires that I am absolutely certain that whatever wonderful trap I have found myself in must surely be the very last I will ever know.

I am hard. My jeans pushed down. They cling to the corded stretch of my thighs where my muscles have tightened, eager and anticipating. I brace her with strong hands, anchor her to me, lay our foreheads together and look down the heavy mounds of her breasts to the sliver of daylight between us. I can see my prick. Hard. Smooth. The flesh at its based shaved clean, presenting the great girth and potency of my cock without a mess of fuzzy dark surrounding it. The crown is wide and weeping, pearly drops of pre-cum. Evidence of just how close I am, how wild she has me.

No regrets. I take what she offers.

Rolling my hips, I'm suddenly reminded why women are the most wonderfully soft things in this world. The head of my prick skips off her slit, parts its outer petals and glides upwards along it until my spongy head is probing against her hardened clit. She sighs, in pleasure and impatience, and I rock back and forward again.

Finding the angle.

Stroking deep.

Claiming everything.

My prick surges, parts the petals of her pussy and lays her open. Every inch sinks, fighting the clamping wetness of her muscles, fighting the natural tightness that stretches around me until at last, buried to the hilt, I am fully inside her and we are locked together, standing, with her long leg curled about my hips and my cock flexing inside her.

Pleasure. Sensations. They arc through me, relentless, assaulting my senses. I am surprised to find I am close already, that I have to stay still inside her, that I have to focus on the pressure of her breasts against my chest and the heat of her breath against my lips. Her eyes are half-slitted. Mine are dusky. I ensure the two meet and we share this moment.

Because I will not cum now.

I refuse.

We've only just started.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Impaled. Split. Torn apart. Deep. In. Within. Wet. Surely there are more. How do I even begin to describe this pleasure? This exquisite torture, for surely there is nothing else like it. And I am surrounded by those who have tried, pages and pages of it litter the shelves around me.

Nothing more amazing, more mind blowing as that moment when, pushed against, wrapped around, and breathless you are filled. Every glorious inch buried inside. Inside me, I flutter around him, my internal muscles teasing at his resistance, enticing him to fill me in other ways.

In that moment before he pushed inside, I gazed at him. Nothing scarier than a hard man, except perhaps a wet woman, a hard cock is a thing of unadulterated beauty. Shameless in it's pursuit, it may be the most honest part of a man, it never lies about it's wants and needs.

This, more than anything is what I wanted. His eyes shine with his lust, and I am sure my green eyes mirror his.

Here is the hard part for me. Do I give in? So often I fight it. Deny it till the pain of it is ripping my words and actions into a living, breathing, sinful whore. He rolls his hips again, and the question turns for me. How could I not? His lips find mine, and we are effectively melted together. The question again rises, only this time?

It's... How can I have more?

His hands venture down to cup my ass, and my other leg rises to lock about his waist. I am completely at his mercy, he lifts, I cling. He slides so easily within me. The pleasure so intense, that I don't even notice when he pushes my spine into the spines of the books behind me.

Each thrust a separate incident, already I am forgetting the last bout of intensity when he again pushes himself inside me, forcing moans and whimpers that echo through the room from me. His callused hands squeezing my ass, even as my thighs tighten around his hips.

Though the violence below is no match for the passion above. There is no stopping my hands from cupping his face so that I can kiss him. My lips raw and wet, I feel unable to control myself.

Breathless, wanton, powerful... yeah, no way to describe this.

 

[Light Ice]

I feel her crawl up my body, drag herself up the rugged stretch of my front until her lissome thighs can snake around my hips. Her ass, soft in my hands, suddenly a means to steady her against the slow and dreadful emptiness as my prick leaves her. A means to pin her, trap her, still her for the eventual and unforgiving thrust of that hard length as it reclaims what it's lost. This is the give and take of lovemaking, the slow and eventual stripping of the conscious until all that remains is the potent and natural essences of the primitive.

We aren't so different in that regard. The paths simply do not frequently cross. She caters, by suspending herself from my rugged arms and trapping herself wholly between my body and the shelves, to the part of me that desires raw and unbroken physicality. The slap of flesh on flesh. The wet sounds of her pussy getting stretched by a steel-hard column of man-flesh.

Fucking her against the shelves transports me. It tears me away from the beauty of the room and the luxury of her Chateau. All at once, here in this sweet instant, I feel as connected to the sweat that builds along my broad shoulders and the sweetness of her lips as they assault mine. How does she manage, I wonder, to cradle my face with such tenderness... such passion.. while I am driving so relentlessly inside her?

How does she balance, find that perfect rhythm, in which our lips and tongues can tangle while her body heaves, bounces, and recoils from the powerful impacts of my own?

Fuck if I will -ever- know.

But what I do know is that I have been close since we began. That she is wet. Liquid. Molten around my prick as it fills her up, stretches her, surges deep inside her to touch the places that no fingers could ever attempt to reach. I am binding us in this moment, scalding her with hot flesh and letting her wet walls clamp down on the smooth shaft of something alive. Writhing. Jerking. Flexing inside her.

Fuck, so close already.

I need...

Again, I tear from her, aware of her tongue scathing my jawbone and wandering up to my ear. An lusty bid for attention. A demand for my lips to find hers again. It's hell to ignore it, just this moment, until at last my eyes find what I need.

I slip from her. Or rather, I evacuate her. Moments, just moments, before the tension in my belly grows beyond the limits of my earthy restraint and my climax is called prematurely. It falls from her depths, glistening in the light of the morning. Precum dribbles from the crown, leaves pearly drops on the floor. Evidence. I am melting.

I twist her with my hands, relying on them as I do in so many other things. They, strong and sure despite the scars and obvious injuries of the past that linger in their battered shapes, bend her over the nearest table. Darkwood. Walnut, perhaps. The lacquer is thick and glossy and cool against her skin as I press on the small between her shoulders and bend her along it, force her flawless backside up towards me. I can see the wet slit of her sex between those gorgeous cheeks. Well-fucked. Wanton.

She looks back at me. I catch her green eyes with the gold-brown of my hazel. I know this look. Know it well.

-SMACK!-

My hand arcs down, breaks the silence by sounding off her ass. The force of the blow rocks her forward onto her toes and no sooner does she settle, sleek calves flexing, do I put her up on those painted little piggies once more. This time my hips crash forward, my prick impaling her entirely until those round cheeks lay crush to my rangy front.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

-SMACK!-

A deep intake of breath, the exhale of which wets the table slightly, like a word bubble, and if I had the inclination, the only word that would enter that little space would be...

"FUUCK!"

What is it about being bent over a very expensive table, with a skirt over my hips, and a man slamming into me, that just sends me over the edge? I don't know, but my excitement is running down my leg.

Dripping, white, wet heat. Oh god. I am drowning.

The lip of the table presses against my belly, with every thrust. My leg slides up and over, and I am practically crawling over the table, but his access to my soaked slit is now wide open. For both of us.

I would be a lying bitch if I said that a cock alone could get me. While there is something amazing about just being filled, that is never enough for me. One hand braces my bouncing form on the table, while the other searches for and subsequently rubs my clit. It's wet. And the tips of my fingers feel that steel hard rod of man as he pushes into me.

My head falls to the table with a moan, and the pleasure threatens to overtake my senses, soon enough I really will be crawling over the table. Pure in it's purpose, my clit pulses with waves of pleasure, controlling my shaking body.

Oh holy high hell. I am not going to make it. Drop me right here, I want to beg, this girl is finished. But no.. he doesn't, hands dancing over my hips pulling me onto him. Let me be done! Of course not. His large fingers sinking into my flaming tresses. Oh please, oh please, oh please.

He tugs. And it's like a fucking handwritten and wax sealed invite. Fuck yes, she'll cum.

 

[Light Ice]

The dark fabric is a bold contrast against her skin, a reminder in some small way of her little world. Microcosmic. The lusty reality of her place against the table, trapped half-upon it by the relentless grip of my strong hands, met by the wispy rumple of her dress half-way up her back. Elegance. Brutality. Even our collision, by her standards (perhaps) tame, holds elements of each world. These are fleeting thoughts. Images. Emotions. Any effort to decipher them is abandoned when she offers a small, throaty cry and arcs her fingers against her swollen clit.

Against my prick as it slides into her.

As my smooth, heavy balls strike her hand and add a rhythmic pressure to her efforts against that tiny nub.

I fuck her with savage intent. Feral. Furious. I fuck her with powerful rocks of my hips that send that hard cock in slick seconds into her grasping walls and leave her empty in moments, arriving and abandoning so swiftly that the sensations that we share meld together in a sweet, burning blur of pleasure and friction and warm wet satisfaction.

Close. So close.

My fingers, calloused and gnarled, knot in her fiery hair. The flames of it lick through my fist and I wrench savagely back. The sparks of pain along her scalp are a consequence, a price paid, so that I can see her. All of her. Those lean lines of that delicious body displayed in a sudden, feline bow. Breasts, gorgeous and firm and elsewise neglected in our haste, pulled from the table and thrust out with hard nipples present through the sheer front of her dress.

I fuck her. Wild now. Aware that my prick is flexing and that she is whimpering, moaning, and then crying out. The walls around my cock flex with sudden intent, tremble. Her hips shake.

I cum first. There's no stopping it. Her orgasm courses through my cock and into me, detonating any lingering restraint in a hard rush that has my hands tightening. One, bruising her rounded hip above her ass. The other tightening in her hair.

Pouring myself into her, exploding against those slick walls. Thick jets, creamy and certain, splashing and flooding again and again. The sheer potency of my release overwhelming, my body shuddering as muscles contract of their own accord. I am, in this moment, at my most vulnerable. Pleasure is merciless and I stand humbled against the onslaught, bowed over her, fighting to keep my eyes open as my prick flexes and floods the vixen beneath me with furious amounts of molten pleasure.

"F-Fuck." I stammer. Growl. I cannot recognize my own voice. It sounds far off. My knees ache. I lean into her, let my weight settle, let the hard crown of my prick burrow into her clenching walls as my cream leaks around my cock and down the inside of her thighs.

Her pussy is a well-fucked mess.

I keep my weight on her. Grinding into her through her orgasm. Savoring every twitch of her hips. Needing it.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

My parted lips are whetted with a strike of my tongue, eyes falling closed. I breathe him in, us in. The smell of sex lingering in the air still. For but a second I recall the mind stomping orgasm.

I felt it then, the feel of heat spreading inside me. His grunt sending me hurtling into my own orgasm, breathless, as I squirm beneath him, his weight holding me to the table.

When I realized I didn't have to ask. That I didn't have to warn, I relish those first curling tendrils of heat and bliss as they spread. Licking the pleasure within, hinting at it. Then my brain is taken over. I am blinded, though I can see. My free hand slams into the table, the sting on my palm only adding to my insanity. I push back against him. My pussy milking him, greedy in it's intent to pull every last drop from his length.

My lips however have screamed every little thing that came to mind, his name, god's name, even a fuck yes or two. I collapse to the table. Finalement.

That was then. This is now. And I still can't move. Fuck.

 

[Light Ice]

Muscles, compact and capable, are rendered inert. They are aching, disobedient sentinels along the rugged stretch of my frame as I loom over her. Collapsed, slumped, she is still a beautiful vision of a girl. The soft curves, the wisps of scattered dress. My fingers release the dark and vibrant strands of crimson, allow her to settle further in the still after our collision. I manage, in a moment of abject tenderness, to summon enough dexterity into my sure hands to stroke the veil of silken flames from her cheeks and back so that my lips can find the line of her spine between lean shoulders and kiss lightly there.

I do not wish to let her go. Not yet. But this, right now, does not satisfy me the needs that I have. I want bare skin. I want her lips. My demands read like a romantic's list, desires tacked and posted for their gently intimate means rather than the frantic ferocity of our sex.

New. She is so new to me.

It occurs to me that I do not know if she can continue, if she desires to. My prick remains hard. Less urgently so, but hard. I withdraw from her, aware and lewdly proud of the creamy mix of us that follows in the wake of my cock's escape. A frothy wet that coats her pussy's pink and smears the inside of her thighs. Drops, thick and telling, that fall to the floor beneath us and the table's edge.

I turn her in my hands. Use them. Strong. Loathing the way her dress yields to gravity and falls to cover her, ruffled but intact. Her nipples are still tight. Hard. The point of those flawless peaks demanding the rake of my eyes, admiring them through their dark veil, before I am kissing her eyelids and the corner of her mouth.

"Take me to your bed." I say.

Pushing my luck, perhaps. But these clothes, they robbed me of her in some small way and I have more to give.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Groggy. In sort of a dreamland. Sated and yet still wanting. It's a difference, usually I am so wiped that I can't bear to move for every sore muscle and bruise cries out in a chorus of protest, but I have none of that here. Just the delightful feel of being well and truly fucked. So, when he tells me to tuck him in, I wrap his arm over my shoulders and trudge off down the hall.

I ignore his nakedness, for the most part, but it's a little hard when he takes every chance to steer me into all the nooks of my house so that his teasing lips can taste at me.

We will move five feet before he's dragging me aside, pulling my leg around him to slip inside me for a moment, or another five feet and I am bent over the bannister so that he can pump inside me a few more times. It's heady, and fun, and the giggles and laughter erupt with every stop.

"If you don't stop we'll never get there!"

He groans as he pulls out once more, and we turn the corner and step into my bedroom. Our feet sinking into the lush carpet. I turn in his arms, as we back into my rather large bed. His hands fumble with my zipper, while mine rip at his shirt. My dress falls to the ground, my bra is sent across the room with a curse, and I am laughing at him as we fall into bed.

"Troublemaker."

 

[Light Ice]

Her bed. It stretches out and swallows us. I am no small man but this? All at once I am inspired and intimidated by the opulence. She is my ground once more, a soft-skinned conduit to the moment that we have carved for ourselves. A stretch of my hand finds the narrow stem of her ankle, soft skin under my fingers as I begin to pull her towards me. The skid of her backside along the sheets, her hair splaying out, captured as memories by my eager gaze.

"Come here." I say.

She is beautiful. The way I look at her says what I do not. Her lips are puffy from kisses, pouted and bruised, so I am gentle this time. My hands mirror the efforts of hers not so long ago, cradling her cheeks, covering them in my warm palm and dragging her up onto her knees with me so that I can taste her again. The warmth of her mouth a sudden accent to the heat of her skin on mine.

I will devour her. All of her now. The indulgent nature of my soul demands nothing less. My hands spread down, along her lean shoulders, sharp collarbones serving as a bold accent before the swell of her breasts. A part of me loathes that I have missed them before, smooth under my hands. Their weight cradled in my palms.

I kiss her hard. I feel her nipples under my thumbs, tight against their passing caress.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Ah, here it is. My opportunity to tease, thankfully I am up to the challenge. His hands flow over my body like water, my hands cling to his shoulders and I try so very hard to not be swept away. But there it is again. Not a girl who stands idly by.

I tackle him. Pushing him down onto the blankets beneath us, the sheets rustling. Kissing his nose lightly, I giggle and pull the sheets over our heads, hiding from the world.

Straddling his hips, I can't help the mean little giggle when I deny him entrance to my body. Instead the head lies against my clit, though this is enough to incite a tiny whimper. You win and lose.

Just like he was denied access to my chest, so was I to his. I take this precious few moment before he moves me to nip at his front, tease his nipples with my tongue and rake my nails lightly over his belly. I just can't stop touching him. For my own added fun, I slide my slit over his length.

So I am a tease. It works for me.

 

[Light Ice]

I'm laughing. Not because this is funny, or it tickles, but because it is fun. Fun. Light. Easy now that our first frantic moments are through and we've the time, and the means, to indulge. Kisses, easing down. A stomach I'd long worked hard to bring ridges to, hard planes of muscle. Tight lines pronouncing my masculine angles and playing out beneath her lips and fingers. Her slit, wet and hot, gliding along the length of my prick as it lays along my belly. Soaking it.

I want you. Badly. There is no doubt in that. But if she's going to tease, I'm going to let you. Encourage you. Indulge you as I want to be indulged. My hands lift, finding that dark hair, pressing down, guiding her lips lower. There are secret pleasures. Lusty, intimate touches. I encourage them, silently ask for them.

The rugged stretch of my hips lift. My length hardens, stands proudly from my lap, strains towards the promises of your ample breasts and the mouth I've devoured for myself. I cannot help it. My mind is reeling. The room is lit and dark all at once, given a dusk-like appeal through the veil of fabric.

"Please." I yield to her. I ask.

Submission. Even in the most assertive of men it exists. That's the bold truth of sex, found in every action. Every glimpse. The give and take is real, potent, and bound to the many moments between the beginning and the end. This is but one of many submissions, moments given to her. Desires spoken. Given breath.

 

[FuckFantasy]

I dawdle at the doorbell. One manicured finger, baring a gleaming coat of refined deep purple, stretches to press at the gold framed button, but makes no movement to actually follow through. I can't stop staring. Plush lips had twisted into a low whistle as carefully made up eyes scanned the lush front gardens, before falling open at the sheer luxury of the ornate overhang.

It's an understatement to call Ausus's chateu picturesque - this is a tiny piece of utopia.

A short inhale of hesitation. I haven't been formally invited.

At least I'm dressed the part. A snug, richly woven black coat conceals supple curves and creamy, utterly babied skin that's been kept out of the sun and moisturized within an inch of its life. The style is simple. The hem skims shapely thighs. There's no sign of a skirt beneath. I remember exactly what I'm wearing with a smug, darling grin, a smirk so wicked, it's a shame there's no one around to see it.

Maybe I should fix that. What's the point in looking salacious if I've no one to tempt and tease? I stare up at the expanse of windows, wondering who's inside, and realizing there's only one way to find out...

An elegant ringing mingles with chirping birds and the faraway sound of a gurgling fountain.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I am lost in my exploration of him. Can't help the taste, the touch. Intoxicating in his absolute difference. Hard, soft, pliant...gasp

The power game. Not something I would have expected to happen. But he gives, and I am drunk on it quickly. I can't stop. Teasing, touching, exploring. I want to hear him moan in my ear, this quickly becomes my goal. As if everything in my life hangs in the balance.

"DING-DONG!"

I sit straight up. I wasn't expecting company. The sheets slide over my head. And I look down at him.

"Don't look at me." He says.

Oh yeah. My house. I jump out of bed and take the sheets with me. Then he moans and groans.

"Oh so now, you indulge me." I grin, lean back into bed and kiss him quickly. "Stay here. Stay hard." He laughs at me.

I dash out of my room, and down the stairs. Pull open the door and try not to drop my sheet.

"FF. Bout damn time I got you here." I reach out, take her hand and drag her in, closing the door behind her. I'm already having a hard time not touching her.

"Drink? Can I get your coat? Can I make you scream?" A grin over at her, before I kiss her cheek softly.

"What brings you to the chateau?" I bet I can guess. He's hard and laying in my bed right now. Hmmm... I would be worried if I didn't want her too.

 

[FuckFantasy]

The door swings open, and it's visual overload. Gold, cream, ivory spin together in the most tantalizing swaths of silk and satin, covering the furniture, adorning the walls. A crystal chandelier, a massive salon...

And a flushed, glowing, gorgeous Ausus standing in front of me.

It's a repeat performance of my reaction from before. Mouth curves into an appreciative whistle. Smoldering greens drink in all that beauty. Her's is even easier on the eyes than the jaw-droppingly stunning estate we're currently standing in. Curves, satin skin, and nothing but a sheet - most likely 500 thread count Egyptian cotton, if I know this girl like I do - concealing the rest.

Take my coat? "Oh, honey..." I compose myself, flashing a secretive little smile. "I'll leave it on, for the moment." A teasing tone as I follow her through room after breathtakingly beautiful room. "You're undressed enough for the both of us, doll." I stop her in the dining room, pausing to gasp, almost reverently, at the exposed china cabinet, a myriad of etched crystal goblets making my eyes widen.

"Hey, hey, wait." A slender hand rests on her shoulder, pulling her backwards. "I WILL take a drink." Lips lean in, and that pink, slithering sweet tongue flicks over her earlobe as that feminine voice takes on a throaty, predatory edge.

"But maybe I'll be the one making you scream."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Those green eyes say it all. She watches me and I step in close to her. Very close. My lips tantalizingly close to hers, a mere breath away. My eyebrows perk, she takes a step back, bumping into the back one of my chairs.

"We'll see."

I slide my hands over that coat, desperately wanting to rip it open and feel my skin against hers. I move my dining room chair our of the way and push her against the table, like a predator and prey. I take a step closer. She hops on the table obligingly.

"Good girl." I grin, and brush my lips past hers lightly. Then smile. I so love having new toys.

My maid drops off some wine, deep scarlet red. Handing her a glass I imagine the wine sliding over her ivory skin, the thought makes me smile. So it's with great satisfaction when a little wine slides from the fragile glass and down the corner of her lips.

I take the glass from her and sample the flavor.

"Great legs, perfect bouquet, all in all.. a very good year."

 

[FuckFantasy]

I can't help but open wide... and let out a huge, pearly-white grin of amazement. She actually just beat me at my own game. The come-hither look. The perfectly arched brows. The sigh-inducing lip graze. And the taunting, simple retort. It's all me, down to that bratty little shove at the end. But on her, it's even better.

Especially because I'm the one receiving all this attention.

"Oh, you're good." The swell of this ripe, round ass is concealed by that thick swatch of noir. I still make a perfectly deviant picture perched on the table like this. Two long stretches of leg crossing coquettishly, the opening of that coat revealing more thigh, more lickable flesh.

The maid is a foxy little thing. I don't even notice her. Ausus don't seem to realize how low her sheet is hanging in the rear. There's something to be said about a woman's body - even the curve of her spine is intoxicating to look at. The small of her back is completely exposed, and I can smell sweat and perfume on her skin... and something else. Cologne. And tea tree oil.

Suddenly my smile grows downright devilish.

I accept the goblet with flirty wink, a light whipping of feathery lash against pronounced cheekbone. A sip is taken. Those eyes don't stop devouring the way the light slips through the white cotton, showing the outline of decadent hips and breasts.

"Great legs." It's an agreement, about the wine, and about my own toned pair. Nails run down the length of one, as those eyes turn dark, calling for her to follow my every movement. "Some might even call them exquisite." Those lips fall open, slightly, in a kittenish expression, as that tone turns lilting, leading. "But what would you say?"

 

[Ausus_girl13]

She's got my number, and my intent well in mind. Now it's just a matter of the games we play. Like a dance. I lick my lips at the thought of her pressed against me as we sway together to some heart poundingly loud place, her softness to mine and I have to blink away the thought. It's not easy...

My eye catches the movement of her nails up her thighs, and I lick the wine from my lips.

"Je pense... je pense que j'ai besoin plus du vin." I have no idea why I slip into french. Or why I down my glass of wine. But she's played me and I fell hook, line and sinker. Not that this is bad thing. Sitting on my dining room table is a gorgeous creature that at some point, I will have her legs wrapped around me.

I tug the sheet around me tighter, and pour myself another glass, I breath in it's heady aroma and sit in the chair that I moved. It places me at eye level to her thighs, and suddenly I'm a little hungry. I grin with this thought.

"So my darling, how can I serve you?"

Remember. I'm the hostess.

 

[FuckFantasy]

When those dulcet tones begin murmuring French, I'm done. When a silken shock of gorgeous crimson falls into her eye as she sits in the chair, sheet rustling, lips sipping wine, I'm through.

I place my glass delicately down besides me on the table. And then I begin to unbutton the top clasp of that jet black material. It's a movement that's overdue. Tits are already heaving beneath it in heady anticipation. The wine already has me loose - looser than before, when I strutted in unannounced and seductively dressed.

"You can start by taking my coat now." Fingers begin unhooking with slow, calculated movements. Torturous. A button being popped open, and then a pause, a wanton stare. Another button undone, and I stop to take another idle sip of deep burgundy. Are you watching? Those jade hues turn emerald, darkening in desire as they burn into hers. Are you paying attention?

Because if you weren't before, you don't have much of a choice now. The coat slips off and falls behind me. Satin, in dreamy midnight and girlish pink, hugs a vixen's frame, mesh giving small previews of the most alluring parts beneath. Those legs spread on the table momentarily, and I casually adjust one sweet bow, the one resting at such generous decolletage. Wavy, dark mane is flicked over a graceful shoulder as I lean back on the opposite elbow.

"Come here and take it, Aus."

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I am speechless. First I want to be girly and coo over her outfit, typical girl shit, where'd you get it? How much? What do you think...? But then my brain kicks in, and I smile, and look down in my red swirling glass of wine. It's necessary to calm my frayed nerves. A deep breath and a deep sip and I am recovered, and ready for the coat at least.

Set my glass down and stand between her legs, sliding them open and apart. My eyes don't leave hers for a second. I lean over her and take the coat holding it out for my maid to disappear with. She does.

Tilting my head and looking past the red curls in my vision at her. A stunning vision in silk and pink, my sheet is no comparison. Standing between her legs, I can't help but reach out and touch. She did say come and get it, so I do.

The nail on my index finger slides down the middle of her chest, popping lightly with ever stop on a bow, only to caress skin again. I watch the goosebumps trail after my soft touch. She's almost too soft. Irresistible.

My hands suddenly reach out and I fill them with silken tresses, and I use those tresses to bring me crimson lips. Since my hands are in her hair, the sheet slips off, but I don't care, because her lips are pressed to mine, and we are both breathless and purring.

God I hope he catches us. God I hope he doesn't.

 

[Light Ice]

I do.

Leave me in the bedroom, will you?

I do not interrupt them outright. Their kiss goes on. Unbroken. Two lean bodies, two collections of soft curves. Their hair veils their faces. A small shame. I am quite convinced that beauty, in this moment, has found its definition in the gentle play of their lips and the subtle movements of their slight forms.

But I am hard. And I need. And Ausus, for all her delicious games, is the one who will be first to pay a penance for it. My strong hands take her hips, bite down on them. Clamp, until the fingers root her between the spread of Fantasy's gorgeous legs. My hips rock forward, guide my hard prick to the wet slit of a very preoccupied Ausus.

The first thrust is a savage thing, meant to reclaim what has gone abandoned. The wet heat of her body clamping down on my cock, stretching against the invasion. I hear her cry into Fantasy's mouth.

And can't help but smile.

 

[FuckFantasy]

"Oohh..." It was an uncharacteristic little whimper. A cry of weakness, a seductive pleading without words. She dragged a finger across my satin-covered skin, and I was staring at her with the most desperate, honeyed look of urgency. When her lips finally claimed my own, the sounds only multiplied. A gasping inhale, then a ragged exhale, as mouth smudged mouth, again and again. I had to taste her. I needed her, that heat, those curves, against me.

And with a sudden, violent shove, I had exactly what I wanted.

Those lust-ridden eyes snap open, and my kiss turns hungrier. It's all I can do not to grin against my moaning Ausus as Ice begins to thrust his way into her. These legs of mine, already spread invitingly, stretch wider. I scoot that bare, pert little ass down the damask tablecloth - a v-string in the back of this hot teddy leaves my cheeks fully exposed. She's naked, and she's hot to the touch. I don't waste any time in helping Ice out on my end of things. I flash him a look with a tilted head, as I cup her face with one hand, tilting her lovely red head the opposite direction.

And then I reach between us and begin to stroke that aching, wet clit - the same one that Daddy teased moments before upstairs, after fucking our gorgeous girl here so thoroughly.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

One minute I am kissing her, enjoying the taste of red wine on her lips and the next I am shoved into her cleavage and filled.

"Oh fuck"

He found us, and from the feel of it, either liked what he saw or didn't and now I am on the receiving end of things. Which is fine with me, till I catch that glint in Fantasy's eyes and see her reach below. Her finger finds my clit and I moan and pull her lips back to mine for a minute. A minute. I think. Maybe. I can't tell. Time has slowed down or sped up. I am too far wet to tell.

He is rigidly hard, it's almost like I didn't fuck him earlier. And I am panting. Like a needy whore. Fine. I can do this. But she needs to move.

Since when did I become the middle in an Ice & Fantasy sandwich?

Fuck me. I can't complain. But I will make her feel every thrust.

My hand in her hair is useful again, and I pull her head back with a strong hand and soft groan. Push her to the table.

"Down girl."

Already bent over for Ice, it's a simple matter of spreading her legs further and placing my head between them. I can smell her then and it only pushes me further. I press my lips to hers, and slide my tongue along her slit. He's figured out what I am doing, and only surges forward, I quickly move the fabric out of the way, and as he violently fucks me, I fuck her with my tongue.

Everyone wins.