Karma Sutra Me 2

As I got myself ready for what he promised. I could feel how my body was already anticipating his touch. It’s been a while and I saw the delivery of my favorite wine.
 
Looking in the mirror as I put his favorite color lipstick on. I concocted a plan to put my lip print on his body trailing down to his trimmed waist and circling his cock.
 
My breath caught when I heard the door open to our bedroom.
 
“Something smells delicious.”
 
I breathed out slowly reminding myself that tonight is about quality time.
 
“I’ll be right down.”
 
“Hurry, your man is hungry.”
 
He did not just say that. I smiled remembering what he ate the last time he was hungry.
 
Why am I so nervous? This is not our first time. The truth is it has been a long time.
 
I put on my black heels to match the short cocktail dress and went to feed my man.
Dinner
 
“You look good tonight,” I said as I took a sip of wine.
 
“Thanks. I should since you bought this outfit for me.” He smiled. “You had the guys laughing when this was delivered. An outfit and an invitation? They think I’m your wife.”
 
His smile lit up the room and my thoughts raced. My clit was starting to make herself known too.
 
“Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap?”
 
I got up so he could get an eye full of my breasts in this dress. His jaw clenched and pupils dilated.
 
Before I was able to sit, he pushed me over, so my ass was bent to his face. He lifted my dress seeing how wet and licked my glistening sex.
 
“Sweet, but you’ll taste better with my mix in you.”
 
He stood unzipped his pants and drove in hard. The way I like it. Then stopped and pulled out. I knew I was dripping on the floor.
 
He turned me around, lifted my legs, and pushed back in.
 
“Watch me take you.”
 
I could not help but watch.
 
I was mesmerized by how he moved his hips to grind on my clit. I felt the tightening around him.
 
“Yes, just like that.” He said
 
As I came he continued until my body spasms lessened. He pulled out and came all over my pussy. Making sure his corded claim was complete.
 
I looked into his eyes and I saw the old him.
 
“Ready for dessert?” He asked

 
“There she goes again.”  
 
“What?”  Sam looked at me innocently, sipping his whiskey with the last bite of steak.  
 
“You know what.”  I kicked him playfully beneath the table and regarded him slyly.  “That’s the third time she’s flashed you in less than five minutes, and that wimp sitting across from her is totally oblivious.”  
 
“Fia, I’ve no idea what you’re on about.”  
 
“Panties or commando?” I asked, glaring into his green eyes.  
 
“Commando.”  
 
“Guilty as charged,” I smirked.  “Muff or smooth.”  
 
“Definitely smooth.”  
 
“Wanna fuck her?”  Sam nodded as she headed for the restroom with her clutch.  “Same modus operandi?”   Sam nodded again.  “I’m getting about tired of girls coming on to you in restaurants.”  
 
“And you would have me do what about that?”  
 
“Be rough with her,” I hissed.  “Make it worth my while.”  I marched off to the lady’s room in a huff, discovering her applying lip gloss in the mirror.  
 
“You want to flash your bald cunt at my man one more time?”  The other women in the room charged the door in a panic, certain there was going to be trouble.  They were right.  
 
“I’m sorry?”  The little princess acted bewildered.  
 
“Don’t act dumb with me, bitch.  You know what you were doing.”  
 
“What was I doing?”  

I backed her up into the corner, simultaneously signaling Sam on my cell that the facility was clear. “Let me help you with this dress,” I advised, ripping the sheer fabric as I jerked down her top, exposing small adolescent appearing breasts.  I grabbed her tiny nipple and twisted.  She winced and leaned over, trying to escape. “Scream, and I’ll punch your pretty face.  You want to tell me now that you weren’t flashing my date?”  
 
“No, I’m sorry,” she whimpered, weakly grabbing my wrist.  I reached over and twisted her other nipple as Sam finally wandered in, securing the door after posting an ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign.  
 
“About time you arrived,” I barked impatiently.  “I was just discussing with little missy here how she’s going to get fucked like a whore… isn’t that right, Sam?  What’s your name again, princess?”  
 
“Megan,” she whispered, arms crossing her chest.  
 
“Ah yes.  Megan had a little outfit malfunction.  Lower your arms to your sides and show Sam what happened.  It seems they don’t make dresses like they used to.”  I grabbed the top and ripped it further until the dress was hanging loosely around her hips.  “Slide it off and step out, Megan.  Your mother should have taught you to wear undies.”  
 
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Moments later, Megan was pinned, her back shoved against the wall, thighs raised in a ‘V’, flatly pressed to Sam’s abdomen and chest.  He pounded her pink snatch like a jackhammer, her head pummeling the sheetrock as I fingered her aptly exposed anus.  Megan, unconscious, slumped slowly to the floor where I kicked her legs wide apart. Sam’s semen spilled out her splayed pussy on the tile.  
 
“You suppose they’ve brought our dessert?” I chuckled.  
 
 
(V for Vixen)

“You’re going to break my cock if you don’t move,” you yelled.      
     
“It’s your fault if I do!”      
     
I fell off and giggled.      
     
“Ow! Fuck! I thought you liked my cock, why are you….”      
     
I leaned over, pulled your cock into my mouth for a single long suck, kissed the hole then scooted over to grab the book we bounced off the bed.      
     
“Your cock is my second favorite thing,” I said.  “This one? Babe, pleeaaaseee?!”      
     
I pointed at the open Karma Sutra book you’d gotten for my birthday.      
     
“Wheelbarrow!” I said.      
     
You sat up, kissed my neck and held a tit like a comfort blanket. My cheeks were pink, my skin dewy.    
   
“Hurry up,” you whispered.      
   
You pulled me onto your lap, your cock nestled between my asscheeks like a pervy hotdog.      
     
“Hold on. I need to figure this out. I can rest my head on my arm, but … hm?”      
     
You rocked your hard shaft against me.      
     
“I want to be in you,” you said.      
     
“Save that boner. I’m figuring out this leg…”      
     
The book flew across the room, and I didn’t have time to consider its aerodynamics before you flipped me over.      
     
“I need to fuck you,” you growled. “Now.”      
     
You pushed my face into the mattress and slapped an ass cheek.      
     
“But…”      
     
I shut up when you dipped your cock into my pussy and rubbed your wet shaft along my slit.      
     
We both moaned when you nudged my clit with the head.      
     
“I need” you said in a clipped voice, as if you were in pain, “to fuck you.”      
     
You pulled my ass up by my hips, and put your hand under my right thigh. I braced my left leg and wrapped the right leg around you.      
     
You slid in from behind.      
     
Slow. All the way in.      
     
Then all the way out.      
     
My knee buckled when you shallow- fucked me with just your thick tip.      
     
“More,” I whispered      
     
You gave me more.      
     
I come easy in doggy, but this shit had me bite the bedsheets. You beat the walls of my pussy just fucking right.      
     
“Fuck, oh god, baby,” I panted. “I’m coming. Fuck. I’m….”      
     
You slapped my ass, hard, and I came as your pelvis pounded against my ass. I screamed into the mattress, clawed until I broke a nail.      
     
Then you whispered in that sexy voice, “I’m close.
 
That’s a kink I have.      
     
To know you’re about to feel what I feel, and you’re going to leave your cum on my body, in my body.    

“Fuck!”

I spasmed so hard I forgot to exhale as my pussy tried to squeeze you in half.        
     
You cussed and convulsed, calves knotting, fingers digging into my hips, cock pumping like you were aiming for my uvula.      
     
We collapsed on the bed, absolutely spent, and didn’t speak for long moments.      
     
 “Yes!” I sighed. “ I like Wheelbarrow.”      
     
“So my cock is your second favorite thing?” You asked kissing my nose. “What’s the first?”      
     
“Tacos.”