One More Night pt. 4

She gasped in that soft, breathy way that drove me wild. I draped her legs over my shoulders as I fucked her deep. The base of the toy rubbed against my clit, and I felt my juices drip towards my thighs.

"Take that cock, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard. Take it, slut." I pounded her with fast strokes. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I leaned down to suck and nibble her big nipples.

"I'm going to come all over you," she said.

That was my cue to change positions. I lay on the floor, and she quickly straddled my mouth. She pressed her clit against my mouth as I sucked and nibbled her. She came hard against my lips, grinding her moist flesh on my face, rubbing her sweetness everywhere. When she could finally stop shaking, she licked my mouth and chin clean.

As I tried to catch my breath, I felt her fingers parting my legs. I was soaking wet. She grabbed my clit, and I moaned. Her long fingers slid deep inside me, and I almost came right away. She paused and I trapped her hand with my thighs. She would be gone in the morning. Yet, she was mine for the night.

"The night isn't over yet," she said. Isabel smiled at me and reached for the toy box.

The End

One More Night pt. 3

Her eyes sparkled as I put the fat head between her legs. I flicked her clit with my tongue until she leaned back. She was so wet that the head slid inside her. I teased her with a few short strokes until she moaned for more. With my lips wrapped hard around her clit, I shoved the whole thing inside her. I slammed the cock in and out of her with hard strokes.

"Fuck me harder, baby." She grabbed the back of my head and ground herself against the toy and my mouth.

I pulled her to the couch, so we could have more room. She played with her clit while I put on the harness. When the dildo was in place, I kneeled between her open legs. I raised her legs high and pushed her knees towards her shoulders.

I imagined her plain fiance positioning his cock between her legs. I had long given up the fantasy of winning her. She wanted the traditional household of husband, kids, and dog. At one time, I thought if I fucked her well enough she wouldn't go back to men. I knew better now.

I spread her thighs further apart. I didn't care if I left fingerprints on her thighs. I pushed her fiance's face out of my mind. I didn't need that kind of distraction.

"You like cock so much, slut. I've got one here for you." I shoved the dildo inside her.

To be continued...

One More Night pt. 2

"Slow down," she whispered. "We have all night." She reached down to move my hair out of my face.

I continued to lick her warm center. She held onto my head when I found her clit with my tongue. Her knees trembled a little, so I led her to the love seat. She splayed back with her legs spread open, her tongue licking her lower lip. She was putting on a show for me, and I liked it.

"You naughty minx," I said. I crawled towards her on all fours, slowly like I was a cat chasing her prey.

She spread her legs a bit wider, her hand rubbing her inner thighs. She parted her pussy lips to show me her pink center. I stared into her big brown eyes as I licked her all the way from her clit to her navel. My tongue traveled in the opposite direction as she sighed and squirmed on the big chair.

I took her clit into my mouth and sucked gently. I licked the sweet folds of her pussy, tasting every inch of her. My mouth and chin felt moist with her juices. She bucked against me when I penetrated her with two fingers. I reached down to massage my clit as I slipped another finger into her.

"I think you're ready for more," I said. I reached for the box under the coffee table. I pulled out her favorite dildo, a thick beauty made of silicone. I knew she craved cock as much as she liked pussy. I didn't have the right equipment, but this toy came close.

To be continued...

One More Night pt. 1

Isabel was ten minutes early for our last night. In all our years together, she was always an hour late to everything. We had been planning this night for months. When I heard her Mustang roar into my driveway, I knew she was just as eager as I was.

The day after tomorrow, she would be Mrs. Isabel something or the other. For tonight, she was just Isabel. When I met her, she was already engaged to a bland young man with a harmless smile. I guess that makes me the bad person. I've thought about that, but I don't feel guilty anymore. If he gets to have her for the rest of his life, I get to be selfish for just one more night.

She kicked the door shut and threw her keys and purse on the floor. With Isabel, every movement was big and dramatic. She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a long, wet kiss. Her red lipstick smeared with my pale pink lip gloss. When she stepped back, her mouth looked like she had just been eating fresh cherries.

We had been planning this night for months. I contemplated renting a fancy hotel suite and decorating it with candles and rose petals. We could lie in bed while sipping fancy champagne. At the last minute, she decided that was too much. It wasn't us. We were beer and t-shirts type of girls. We liked to vegetate on the couch and watch The Sopranos or Sex and the City. Why change now?

She opened my robe and ran her hands over my bare body. She cupped my breasts, pressing them together, making my sensitive nipples throb. Her fingers dipped between my legs as she stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tried to unbutton her shirt, but my fingers felt big and clumsy. She stopped me and undressed herself. I slipped my robe off and pressed my warm body against her cool flesh.

I tasted her earlobe, the base of her neck, the crevice between her full breasts. My tongue moved lower, licking her taut stomach, tickling her navel, resting between her legs. I pressed my mouth against her and she gasped. That first contact of my tongue between her legs always brought the same soft gasp.

To be continued...