Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I looked at the cam and realized she had moved out of view because she was entranced in the window. I looked across at her and then felt myself standing here naked in an open doorway.

“Come over here,” I then said.

“No, no,” she said. “Just come for me.”

“I’d rather come on you,” I replied, looking straight at her across the alley. “But someone might see . . .”

“Go through the garage. I’ll meet you there.”

“But . . . !” she pleaded. I hung up the phone and closed the door, hoping she’d obey. I looked up to check and she was wrapping the robe back around her body.

I pounced down the stairs with my cock slapping against my stomach and headed for the garage. I heard a garage door open and hit the switch for mine. She was scurrying across the alley, with her slippers scratching the asphalt.

As she dipped her head under the slowly raising door, she giggled. “Down! Down!” I hit the button again and the door went down. I stood for a moment in front of my car, looking at her standing in her robe, with her cheeks flush red and her eyes dancing with excitement.

Her nipples poked through the robe and the smell of sex mingled with the gasoline and oil scent of the garage.

I opened the door into the house and said, “Follow me.”

Two steps into a room that serves as an unused den area, I turned to her and slipped my hands into her robe. I felt soft, warm skin that had traces of perspiration.

She smelled sweet, like shampoo or body lotion, and she never once looked up. My hands explored her body under the robe and she did the same to me. She wasted little time finding my cock, which was pressed against her stomach, and rubbed it gently. Precum painted her belly and she rubbed it around.

Her hands went to her sides to signal me to remove her robe, which I did. Her eyes remained downward. Mine scanned her body, her lovely, hungry body that I had seen only a few minutes before from across the alley.

She pushed me toward a futon I had against a wall and she knelt between my knees. She kissed around my stomach and stroked my cock some more. My thighs tremble with anticipation. I felt her hanging breasts graze over my skin and I pushed them tight around my cock.

She dipped her head and began to suck my head. Adrenaline gushed again to my balls. She licked and sucked my cock into a wild frenzy, and her naked ass pumped up and down in the air behind her.

If I ever could have been in two places at one time, this was it. I’d be here getting a blow job while also behind her pounding her begging pussy.

When the eruption was imminent, she pulled away and rubbed my cock furiously between her mounds. I bucked and fired several shots of hot cum into her neck and chest and cleavage. She seemed to love every shot she took, gasping with each and rubbing the liquid into her skin.

Her nipples turned a fiery red and her tits gleamed. She then licked my cock clean to the point that I shuddered to the touch.

Kissing me more up my belly and to my chest, she pushed me back across the futon and straddled me without warning. She mounted my sensitive cock, which was morning-wood hard at this point, and slowly began her gyrating dance to orgasm.

She liked it rubbing against the inner wall and therefore fell forward, practically smothering me with her tits, and grinded on me. She gasps, moans and then groans. She whispered nasty things that might not have been directed at me, but at whatever fantasy she was having.

She wanted to be fucked. She liked to be fucked. She liked to be fucked hard. She’s such a good girl all day she deserved to be fucked hard. So fuck her hard. Good and hard.

I did.

I turned her over, found that full, round ass that had been teasing the air earlier, and slid my pussy-juice drenched cock into it. She wailed at the pain, but grunted with delight. Taking it on like a challenge she wanted. Our skins slapped with force and I practically put her through the wall on one hard thrust. No doubt I was going to cum again. She was so hot and so horny. And so fucking tight.

Her legs and arms exhausted, she rolled to her back and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy opened up like one of her blossoming flowers on her deck. I buried my face into it, licking her steaming, slippery folds with abandon. She squirmed and squealed, grabbing anything she could to hold on. That includes my hair. I found her hard button and flicked it with my tongue and she immediately pulled at my shoulders.

I rose up from her crotch and admired the blooming flower her pussy appeared to be at that moment, as if it had morning dew glistening on its petals and a fresh, intoxicating scent. She pulled me over her and forcefully positioned my cock into her pussy.

We humped missionary style for about five minutes when her orgasm was hitting the high notes. My arms were tiring, but I kept the push-up hold over her, watching her as she came for me with her eyes closed and her teeth gritted. Her hands fondled her breasts under me.

“Oh, that’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. That’s so . . . that’s so fucking IT. Oh, oh, OH!”

She held her breath a moment, as if toking on a blunt. Then, release.

I collapsed next to her in a panting heap and our sweaty, exhausted bodies finally were motionless. She ran her finger over my chest and curled sideways next to me. She closed her eyes for a quick nap.

“By the way,” she then whispered. “What’s your name?”