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Upstairs - Downstairs
Was on a sun lit Saturday
The boring, working week was done
He called her up to take her out
For some dinner and some fun
She said, “ I'd like to go with you,
But I've nothing I can wear.
Why don't come and do me
On the landing of the stair?”
He was not sure he heard her right
But he had to take a chance
She lived in a two story house
So he pulled on shirt and pants
He said, “I'll be right over”
She said, “I'll leave the door unlocked.
I'll be waiting on the landing.
I want to have my booty rocked.”
He broke all the limits
And he slid on every turn
His cock was bulging in his pants
And his loins began to burn
He braked hard in her driveway
Took his key and rushed inside
She was naked on the landing
Longing for a fucking ride
Could not believe the sight he saw
Shed his shirt and pants right there
That was all he wore that day
His cock was pointing up the stair
She motioned him up closer
As she sat and spread her thighs
Then opened up her labia
She was ready for his rise
He hurried to the staircase
With his pecker in his hand
Took the steps, two at a time,
One was more than he could stand
She threw her arms around his neck
He shoved his dick in all the way
A scream escaped her wanton lips
He'd come to fuck and not to play
Banged her up against the banister
On every stroke and every pass
She kegeled the whole length of it
And his balls bounced off her ass
She came with great abandonment
Juices flowing from her cunt
He pulled out to drink of them
There was more than he could want
She moved as he was tasting
To take his cock between her lips
She sucked and licked and bit a bit
As he dined between her hips
He sucked her swollen clitoris
She moaned as she came again
They changed to a new position
Before he put his cock back in
Her leg was on the railing
With her pussy opened wide
The walls of her vagina
Wet and flowing with the tide
His pulsing plug stopped up her hole
Damming up her flowing juice
She milked him of his gism
Squeezing down and letting loose
She could feel his sperm injecting
To the bottom of her slot
It was shooting out with pressure
In abundance, steaming hot
They kissed while they were cumming
Neither, of them, came too soon
Satisfaction, there, had found them
On the stairs that afternoon
The boring, working week was done
He called her up to take her out
For some dinner and some fun
She said, “ I'd like to go with you,
But I've nothing I can wear.
Why don't come and do me
On the landing of the stair?”
He was not sure he heard her right
But he had to take a chance
She lived in a two story house
So he pulled on shirt and pants
He said, “I'll be right over”
She said, “I'll leave the door unlocked.
I'll be waiting on the landing.
I want to have my booty rocked.”
He broke all the limits
And he slid on every turn
His cock was bulging in his pants
And his loins began to burn
He braked hard in her driveway
Took his key and rushed inside
She was naked on the landing
Longing for a fucking ride
Could not believe the sight he saw
Shed his shirt and pants right there
That was all he wore that day
His cock was pointing up the stair
She motioned him up closer
As she sat and spread her thighs
Then opened up her labia
She was ready for his rise
He hurried to the staircase
With his pecker in his hand
Took the steps, two at a time,
One was more than he could stand
She threw her arms around his neck
He shoved his dick in all the way
A scream escaped her wanton lips
He'd come to fuck and not to play
Banged her up against the banister
On every stroke and every pass
She kegeled the whole length of it
And his balls bounced off her ass
She came with great abandonment
Juices flowing from her cunt
He pulled out to drink of them
There was more than he could want
She moved as he was tasting
To take his cock between her lips
She sucked and licked and bit a bit
As he dined between her hips
He sucked her swollen clitoris
She moaned as she came again
They changed to a new position
Before he put his cock back in
Her leg was on the railing
With her pussy opened wide
The walls of her vagina
Wet and flowing with the tide
His pulsing plug stopped up her hole
Damming up her flowing juice
She milked him of his gism
Squeezing down and letting loose
She could feel his sperm injecting
To the bottom of her slot
It was shooting out with pressure
In abundance, steaming hot
They kissed while they were cumming
Neither, of them, came too soon
Satisfaction, there, had found them
On the stairs that afternoon
Published 27th Nov 2021
Author's Note
Those stairs will never be the same again
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27th Nov 2021 4:34pm
27th Nov 2021 5:11pm
27th Nov 2021 6:08pm
Title makes me think of the nursery rhyme line 'Upstairs, downstairs, in my lady's chamber'. Maybe the writer was NOT thinking of her bedroom after all but a more personal space.
27th Nov 2021 7:49pm
You know what is said about some of the nursery rhymes, they are based more on adult thinking than we would like to think. When I titled this I thinking about the upper and the working classes. It got lost somewhere in the translation… lol
28th Nov 2021 7:40am
I am familiar with the term Upstairs, Downstairs about the classes, it was title of a TV series about life in an English aristocratic London house. When I saw the title I did think it might be a tale of mesalliance between servant and master eg like Lady Chatterley's Lover.
