u/katie-x-cat

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Part 1

It was Monday evening. I stood in front of the mirror, examining my naked body, framed by my cozy, fluffy bathrobe. I got ready to go downstairs to Chris's. For our Stargate night. Even though I didn‘t actually intend to watch TV. I'd spent the whole day at work thinking about nothing else. Dreaming about what we'd done yesterday. Finally. That stupid idiot had really taken his time. I mean, at some point I was wondering how many more signs I had to give him.

At first, I actually thought it would be enough to brush against his hand while fishing for popcorn, but by the time I showed up in my skimpiest pajamas, I thought he knew I wanted it. And I for sure knew he wanted it too. I could feel his eyes on my backside when I went to the bathroom or got myself another drink. Even though he tried hard to hide it. He was, after all, an unmistakable gentleman. Which I loved. But in this respect, it was a bit much. When he still hadn't made any move after another week, I couldn't stand it anymore. I mean, to be honest, I'm always a little shy about making the first move. But I can give signals. And I have to say: showing up to our Stargate night without panties under my shorts was the best decision I'd made in ages. Chris was amazing. The way he rubbed my pussy while fingering me. No guy had ever done it like that before. His lips on mine when we made out afterward, how gentle he was yet simply took what he needed—suddenly letting out that dominant side I'd suspected was there in him all along. And when he fucked me later? Wow. Just wow. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. Honestly, this guy had me completely under his spell. I definitely wasn't going to wait that long again for the next time. That’s when the bathrobe came into play. I was going to go downstairs in it and surprise him at the door. At least, that was the plan. As I stepped into the cool hallway, my plan suddenly seemed rather risky though. Not because of Chris. More because of the neighbors. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't run into anyone.

I quickly hurried down the stairs; he lived directly below me. I glanced at my watch. 7:57 p.m. Three minutes early. I nervously looked left and right. Oh, screw it. I knocked. A rattle and a rumble. A few hurried steps. He opened the door. Smiled, out of breath, looked me up and down, and asked teasingly, "No popcorn this time?"

I smiled back, blushed, shook my head, glanced around the hallway one last time, and opened my bathrobe. He swallowed. Froze for a split second. His eyes widened. Then he grinned at me and pulled me toward him. Now everything happened very quickly. I wrapped my arms around him, pressed my lips firmly against his, let the robe fall completely, and wrapped one leg around him. Felt his tongue in my mouth as if he wanted to devour me completely, while with one hand he closed the door behind me, digging his other hand into my ass. Oh, how I had missed this. Every inch between us was one too many. I wanted to be under his skin. He seemed to feel the same way. He lifted me up, carried me into the dark living room where candles were already lit on the coffee table; paused briefly, fiddled with the stereo with one hand, his lips never leaving mine for a second. I clung to him with my arms and legs, playing with his tongue. Romantic music began to play, slow and accompanied by the crackling of a fireplace. With a sudden movement, he supported me again with both hands, only to set me down on the armrest of the sofa two seconds later, then lay down on the sofa himself saying, "Sit on my face. I want to taste your sweet pussy."

Mmmh. Yes. I smiled. He seemed to have made a plan too. A good one. I didn't need to be told twice. I turned around, slid off the armrest, right down onto his face. Ooh. Wow. I already knew from kissing how good his lips felt, so big and soft. But feeling them on my pussy lips was something else entirely. He groaned deeply. The electric guitar played a sexy slide sound. His hands moved up my stomach to my breasts, gently resting on them as he kissed me tenderly, softly licking my clit, sucking on my puffy lips. I let my legs slide apart even further. I wanted to be closer to him. It was so hot to feel his face against my cheeks. The fine pores of his tongue, the way he licked me like I was some kind of delicious dessert, his face buried deep inside me, his tongue circling my entrance. Accompanied by the soft sound of an electric guitar and piano. I saw his cock pressing against his boxer shorts. I wondered what it would feel like between my lips. What it would taste like. Until now, I'd only tasted his cum. That had been nice… Chris's fingers dug into my tits. I was torn. It was tempting to stay here, to let him massage my breasts and pull on my nipples, gently sliding over his face. But his cock… I wanted to try it. It hadn't happened yesterday. Unfortunately. And the thought that he was devouring me right now, enjoying me while I wasn't getting to taste him, was unbearable. So, reluctantly, I leaned forward, let my breasts slip from his hands, and pulled down his shorts.

I took a sharp breath. He was already so hard, so big. I admired him for a few seconds, got myself ready, before I licked his shaft once with my broad tongue. Mmmh. He twitched, groaned, put his hands on my ass. Oooh. I spat on him, spread the salvia with my lips, licked all sides of him lustfully, like a greedy cat. He tasted so good. Delicious. Musky, tangy. I loved feeling him grow. Took him between my lips, sucked on his tip, circled his ridge with my tongue.

So we lingered for quite a while. He licked and sucked my clit, I slid up and down his throbbing shaft, swallowed his salty precum, felt my juices run onto his face. Nothing to be heard except our smacking and moaning. And of course, the music, which seemed to be playing on a loop. It was as if time stood still. As if we ourselves were trapped in a loop. A beautiful loop. If it has been up to me, it could‘ve stayed that way forever. Chris slid his fingers inside me, pressing against my G-spot in a slow rhythm. Oh wow, I sighed loudly, took him deep. Pushed him all the way down into my throat. I wanted this to never end, felt that pulling sensation, as if my pussy wanted to suck him inside.. Began to slightly wobble and grind my pelvis. But way soon after, he released his fingers, grasped my hips, and gently pushed me up, his breathing heavy.

 "You have the most luscious pussy I've ever eaten, Katie," he said, catching his breath. "But I want you to turn around." 

Yeah. He was probably right. No matter how wonderful this was, what I'd really been craving all day was to feel him inside me again. To feel him filling me up. I lifted one leg and turned around, a little awkwardly—the couch wasn't very wide—while he took off his shirt. His chest and arms were so beautifully defined. Not bulked. But strong, perfectly made to hold onto, to press against. I slid my wet pussy over his veiny shaft, everything being so beautifully wet and slippery with our juices. Then he took it between his hands and slid inside me. Exactly. Oh yeah. I rocked back and forth, feeling his hard cock stretch my entrance, pressing and rubbing my clit against his pelvis. He gave my tits a playful slap. Fuck. How did he know? I tossed my hair back.

 "Again," I sighed. Smack. Yes.

 "I love getting my tits spanked," I told him, sliding back and forth faster and faster.

 "Yes?" he murmured, smiling. 

"Yes," I breathed. Another smack. I flinched. 

"Because you're a hot slut," he groaned deeply, slapping my breasts again and again, pulling on my nipples, digging his fingers into them. If he only knew. I so was his slut. I loved the way my tits bounced for him, seeing how fixated he was on them. Wanted to be his little fuckgirl. His only desire. The girl who made him cum. The girl he gave all his sperm to.

I wanted his cock. Deeper. As deep as it could go, I wanted it to hit my cervix. So I put my feet up, went into a squat, held onto the back of the sofa, and started bouncing up and down. Damn. Yes. This position was exhausting, but it was worth it. I went slowly, making sure he hit me with full force. Sloooowly up—and, whoom, down. Uuuuuup and—whoom. Feeling his shaft brush my walls was addictive, causing that tingling sensation down in pussy, and every time he hit my cervix deep inside me, a shiver ran through me. His gaze was fixed on my hips, my pussy, watching them move up and down on him. My gaze was fixed on him. On his sweaty hair and tense jaw. My thighs started to burn. But I didn't want to stop, I upped the speed, it was like a drug. It turned me on so much to fuck him. To just use his cock. To imagine making him cum like that. Without him having a choice. I moaned and sighed as I bounced up and down on him as fast as I could. The exertion made everything so much more exciting.

 "I love your cock," I whispered. It was true. He filled me perfectly. Chris growled deeply. Looked at me.

 "Well, and I love your pussy," he groaned. His eyes were full of desire. I paused.

 "Then fuck it," I said calmly, but already completely out of breath. "Fuck it, it's yours." 

And he did. He did. He held me by the hips and pounded into me like there was no tomorrow. Fucking me with all his might, his abs stretched to the breaking point. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I clawed my fingers into the back of the sofa as I tried to keep my balance. The music was so calm, so slow, but my body was electric, as if one shock after another was coursing through me. As if I were about to float away into thin air. 

"Yes, just like that!" I squealed, feeling my breasts being shaken wildly, this tidal wave of lust rushing through me again and again.  My fingers incessantly circling my clit. I held my pussy still for him, willingly, as he slapped against it harder and harder. 

"Cum for me, I want you to shoot inside me!" I begged. "Please." 

Chris groaned one last deep note, thrusting hard and fast. I screamed and felt his load fill me. 

The way he shuddered, holding me firmly on top, his cock deep inside me, while my fingers continued to penetrate my clit. The thought of his sperm inside me - all that turned me on so much. The way he throbbed within me. I came a few seconds later. I moaned loudly again before collapsing on top of him, my pussy clenched tightly around him, both of us involuntary twitching over and over. Felt my tits against his chest; our rib cages rising and falling together, completely exhausted. His hand on my back, gently stroking me. We lay like that for a while. Neither of us said a word. My head was spinning. I felt dazed. The music was still playing. Then a whisper in my ear: "So, how about an episode of Stargate?"

I am submitting for image #10

Part 1

It was Monday evening. I stood in front of the mirror, examining my naked body, framed by my cozy, fluffy bathrobe. I got ready to go downstairs to Chris's. For our Stargate night. Even though I didn‘t actually intend to watch TV. I'd spent the whole day at work thinking about nothing else. Dreaming about what we'd done yesterday. Finally. That stupid idiot had really taken his time. I mean, at some point I was wondering how many more signs I had to give him.

At first, I actually thought it would be enough to brush against his hand while fishing for popcorn, but by the time I showed up in my skimpiest pajamas, I thought he knew I wanted it. And I for sure knew he wanted it too. I could feel his eyes on my backside when I went to the bathroom or got myself another drink. Even though he tried hard to hide it. He was, after all, an unmistakable gentleman. Which I loved. But in this respect, it was a bit much. When he still hadn't made any move after another week, I couldn't stand it anymore. I mean, to be honest, I'm always a little shy about making the first move. But I can give signals. And I have to say: showing up to our Stargate night without panties under my shorts was the best decision I'd made in ages. Chris was amazing. The way he rubbed my pussy while fingering me. No guy had ever done it like that before. His lips on mine when we made out afterward, how gentle he was yet simply took what he needed—suddenly letting out that dominant side I'd suspected was there in him all along. And when he fucked me later? Wow. Just wow. We fit together like two puzzle pieces. Honestly, this guy had me completely under his spell. I definitely wasn't going to wait that long again for the next time. That’s when the bathrobe came into play. I was going to go downstairs in it and surprise him at the door. At least, that was the plan. As I stepped into the cool hallway, my plan suddenly seemed rather risky though. Not because of Chris. More because of the neighbors. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't run into anyone.

I quickly hurried down the stairs; he lived directly below me. I glanced at my watch. 7:57 p.m. Three minutes early. I nervously looked left and right. Oh, screw it. I knocked. A rattle and a rumble. A few hurried steps. He opened the door. Smiled, out of breath, looked me up and down, and asked teasingly, "No popcorn this time?"

I smiled back, blushed, shook my head, glanced around the hallway one last time, and opened my bathrobe. He swallowed. Froze for a split second. His eyes widened. Then he grinned at me and pulled me toward him. Now everything happened very quickly. I wrapped my arms around him, pressed my lips firmly against his, let the robe fall completely, and wrapped one leg around him. Felt his tongue in my mouth as if he wanted to devour me completely, while with one hand he closed the door behind me, digging his other hand into my ass. Oh, how I had missed this. Every inch between us was one too many. I wanted to be under his skin. He seemed to feel the same way. He lifted me up, carried me into the dark living room where candles were already lit on the coffee table; paused briefly, fiddled with the stereo with one hand, his lips never leaving mine for a second. I clung to him with my arms and legs, playing with his tongue. Romantic music began to play, slow and accompanied by the crackling of a fireplace. With a sudden movement, he supported me again with both hands, only to set me down on the armrest of the sofa two seconds later, then lay down on the sofa himself saying, "Sit on my face. I want to taste your sweet pussy."

Mmmh. Yes. I smiled. He seemed to have made a plan too. A good one. I didn't need to be told twice. I turned around, slid off the armrest, right down onto his face. Ooh. Wow. I already knew from kissing how good his lips felt, so big and soft. But feeling them on my pussy lips was something else entirely. He groaned deeply. The electric guitar played a sexy slide sound. His hands moved up my stomach to my breasts, gently resting on them as he kissed me tenderly, softly licking my clit, sucking on my puffy lips. I let my legs slide apart even further. I wanted to be closer to him. It was so hot to feel his face against my cheeks. The fine pores of his tongue, the way he licked me like I was some kind of delicious dessert, his face buried deep inside me, his tongue circling my entrance. Accompanied by the soft sound of an electric guitar and piano. I saw his cock pressing against his boxer shorts. I wondered what it would feel like between my lips. What it would taste like. Until now, I'd only tasted his cum. That had been nice… Chris's fingers dug into my tits. I was torn. It was tempting to stay here, to let him massage my breasts and pull on my nipples, gently sliding over his face. But his cock… I wanted to try it. It hadn't happened yesterday. Unfortunately. And the thought that he was devouring me right now, enjoying me while I wasn't getting to taste him, was unbearable. So, reluctantly, I leaned forward, let my breasts slip from his hands, and pulled down his shorts.

I took a sharp breath. He was already so hard, so big. I admired him for a few seconds, got myself ready, before I licked his shaft once with my broad tongue. Mmmh. He twitched, groaned, put his hands on my ass. Oooh. I spat on him, spread the salvia with my lips, licked all sides of him lustfully, like a greedy cat. He tasted so good. Delicious. Musky, tangy. I loved feeling him grow. Took him between my lips, sucked on his tip, circled his ridge with my tongue.

So we lingered for quite a while. He licked and sucked my clit, I slid up and down his throbbing shaft, swallowed his salty precum, felt my juices run onto his face. Nothing to be heard except our smacking and moaning. And of course, the music, which seemed to be playing on a loop. It was as if time stood still. As if we ourselves were trapped in a loop. A beautiful loop. If it has been up to me, it could‘ve stayed that way forever. Chris slid his fingers inside me, pressing against my G-spot in a slow rhythm. Oh wow, I sighed loudly, took him deep. Pushed him all the way down into my throat. I wanted this to never end, felt that pulling sensation, as if my pussy wanted to suck him inside.. Began to slightly wobble and grind my pelvis. But way soon after, he released his fingers, grasped my hips, and gently pushed me up, his breathing heavy.

 "You have the most luscious pussy I've ever eaten, Katie," he said, catching his breath. "But I want you to turn around." 

Yeah. He was probably right. No matter how wonderful this was, what I'd really been craving all day was to feel him inside me again. To feel him filling me up. I lifted one leg and turned around, a little awkwardly—the couch wasn't very wide—while he took off his shirt. His chest and arms were so beautifully defined. Not bulked. But strong, perfectly made to hold onto, to press against. I slid my wet pussy over his veiny shaft, everything being so beautifully wet and slippery with our juices. Then he took it between his hands and slid inside me. Exactly. Oh yeah. I rocked back and forth, feeling his hard cock stretch my entrance, pressing and rubbing my clit against his pelvis. He gave my tits a playful slap. Fuck. How did he know? I tossed my hair back.

 "Again," I sighed. Smack. Yes.

 "I love getting my tits spanked," I told him, sliding back and forth faster and faster.

 "Yes?" he murmured, smiling. 

"Yes," I breathed. Another smack. I flinched. 

"Because you're a hot slut," he groaned deeply, slapping my breasts again and again, pulling on my nipples, digging his fingers into them. If he only knew. I so was his slut. I loved the way my tits bounced for him, seeing how fixated he was on them. Wanted to be his little fuckgirl. His only desire. The girl who made him cum. The girl he gave all his sperm to.

I wanted his cock. Deeper. As deep as it could go, I wanted it to hit my cervix. So I put my feet up, went into a squat, held onto the back of the sofa, and started bouncing up and down. Damn. Yes. This position was exhausting, but it was worth it. I went slowly, making sure he hit me with full force. Sloooowly up—and, whoom, down. Uuuuuup and—whoom. Feeling his shaft brush my walls was addictive, causing that tingling sensation down in pussy, and every time he hit my cervix deep inside me, a shiver ran through me. His gaze was fixed on my hips, my pussy, watching them move up and down on him. My gaze was fixed on him. On his sweaty hair and tense jaw. My thighs started to burn. But I didn't want to stop, I upped the speed, it was like a drug. It turned me on so much to fuck him. To just use his cock. To imagine making him cum like that. Without him having a choice. I moaned and sighed as I bounced up and down on him as fast as I could. The exertion made everything so much more exciting.

 "I love your cock," I whispered. It was true. He filled me perfectly. Chris growled deeply. Looked at me.

 "Well, and I love your pussy," he groaned. His eyes were full of desire. I paused.

 "Then fuck it," I said calmly, but already completely out of breath. "Fuck it, it's yours." 

And he did. He did. He held me by the hips and pounded into me like there was no tomorrow. Fucking me with all his might, his abs stretched to the breaking point. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I clawed my fingers into the back of the sofa as I tried to keep my balance. The music was so calm, so slow, but my body was electric, as if one shock after another was coursing through me. As if I were about to float away into thin air. 

"Yes, just like that!" I squealed, feeling my breasts being shaken wildly, this tidal wave of lust rushing through me again and again.  My fingers incessantly circling my clit. I held my pussy still for him, willingly, as he slapped against it harder and harder. 

"Cum for me, I want you to shoot inside me!" I begged. "Please." 

Chris groaned one last deep note, thrusting hard and fast. I screamed and felt his load fill me. 

The way he shuddered, holding me firmly on top, his cock deep inside me, while my fingers continued to penetrate my clit. The thought of his sperm inside me - all that turned me on so much. The way he throbbed within me. I came a few seconds later. I moaned loudly again before collapsing on top of him, my pussy clenched tightly around him, both of us involuntary twitching over and over. Felt my tits against his chest; our rib cages rising and falling together, completely exhausted. His hand on my back, gently stroking me. We lay like that for a while. Neither of us said a word. My head was spinning. I felt dazed. The music was still playing. Then a whisper in my ear: "So, how about an episode of Stargate?"