We talk online. We exchange chatter. We exchange images. We exchange photos of each other. Our conversations, having been fed by our libinous online behavior, are understandably frank and dirty. We know intimate details of each other’s sexual proclivities far before knowing each other’s names. And yet, there is a barrier. We get closer but not too. You worry about images of your nude form being distributed. I worry of being catfished.
The conversation continues. Words exchanged. Each exchange ever more daring. Stories dirtier. Images more revealing. Especially from me. Still you persists in guarding.
Then one day you reveals that work has you in my city. I propose a salacious meeting. I provide my address. My number. I tell you to arrive at a specific time.
The day arrives. You tentatively knock. Despite concerns of being over simulated and closing too soon, I spent the day revisiting our exchanges. I figure if I cum too soon, I’ll devote the entire time to devouring you until I can perform again.
I decide to answer the door naked. Erection raging. Surprised, you stammer. I grab your arm. Pull you inside. Press you to the wall next to the door. One hand covers your mouth. My other hand slips immediately up your skirt. You little minx, you didn’t wear panties. AND you’re sopping. I palm your pussy. I don’t move for a painfully long time. Hand on each set of lips. Looking into your eyes. Finally I release your mouth. “Don’t talk.” You seem dazed. I can tell - you’re not going to say a word. I begin to unbutton your blouse. My hand still cupping your crotch. I reach behind you and pull it off your body. Next is your bra. Unlatched. You are catching on to the game now. You shimmy and the bra lands on my forearm between us. You flinch to cover yourself. I utter one word: “don’t.” A self-conscious smile flashes across your lips.
My free hand presses your sternum. My eyes press your breasts. Pointing slightly left and right. Rising and falling with your breath. Pert pink nipples point hard. They are purplish pink. “Now, the skirt.” You reach behind. Unzip. I release my hand and the skirt falls with the bra to the ground.
Looking directly into your eyes, I lift my palm to my hand, wet from your juices, and lick it.
"Fuck. You taste sweet."
My hand returns to your crotch. My hand forces your legs apart. You step out of your shoes. Now we are both naked. I place my palm again over your pussy. This time my fingers splay and dig. My thumb in the crease of your thigh. Pinky and index into each crease of your buttocks. My other two fingers find your asshole. It puckers. The action makes me smile. I glance down. My cock is purple. There is a long string of my precum dripping to the floor. My glans pressed to the side by my arm. I’ve kept far enough away from you that it hasn’t touched you. My eyes turn to my hand on your chest. I follow my hand as it moves up. Caressing you. Up to your neck. Touching the sinews. You’ve talked about the sexy V of a man’s abdomen. This is the V that gets me. Your pulse evident in your neck. Your breath up and down at the base of the V where the sternocleidomastoids connect to the clavicle. The thought of biting you wisps across my mind. Digging my fangs into your neck like a vampire. My mouth salivates. My jaw aches. I flip my hand and trace the V up and down one side, then the other.
My hand drifts. Follows your collarbone down the side of your torso. Cuts across to trace the underside of your breast. It drifts up and around your nipple then back down. I press firmly into your rib cage. Feeling the ridges of your ribs then the softness of your intercostal muscles. You squirm and giggle.
I land at your belly. Then spread my palm wide. Soft and firm at the same time. My thumb finds your belly button. As I hit it, I lean forward and kiss you. Soft lips to soft lips. My tongue find yours. I hear and feel the slight thunk of your head against the wall as my face presses your head back. I trace your teeth with my tongue. My thumb swirls your belly button. I feel your ass open and close. I feel your pussy wink in my palm. I still refrain from moving a muscle. I’m just feeling your groin contract, ripple, and move with my touch above your waist. The more my thumb digs at your belly button, the more your pussy twitches.
"Can you feel that? I know you can…"
“You can nod.” You do. A smirk pierces my lips. Your breath is labored. Erratic. I’m not sure you could speak if you wanted. I hold my mouth close to yours. I can feel your breath on my tongue. I inhale slow and deep. I’m breathing your air. I’m giving you mine.
My cock needs to be inside you.
I deny myself.
My free hand moves to your hip. I wrap my hand around you. Thumb into the other crease of your thigh. My fingers reaching your glute. I dig in. You flinch. Pain and ticklish pleasure. I dig my other thumb in. You flinch the other way to try to escape me. I press my body into you. My chest touching yours. My belly to yours. My head over your shoulder. My beard brushing your face. My thighs to yours. My hips pressing into my hands pushing my thumbs more firmly into you. My cock slides between your legs, brushing them. My hand denies your pussy contact with it. Your legs know what your pussy is missing though. You groan. Not in pleasure. But frustration. With a playful condescending tone I say, “oh yeah?” I clench my hands. The pads of my fingers dig into your flesh. Glute, thigh ceases, underside of your cheeks, your asshole. I don’t penetrate you, just the pads break that seal.
Your nipples dig into my chest. I can feel your juices seeping around to the back of my hand.
I release your groin. My cock slides up to the vacant spot my hand left behind. I slide my feet next to yours to force them closed. You slide them together. Firmly I utter, “tighter.” You comply. Your legs warm. Your pussy warmer. Coating my cock. I feel your legs squeeze my cock. I move my legs to a wide stance and thrust my hips forward. You groan. I stop. Our hips dig into each other.
I run my wet palm up your body. When it finds your face I flip it over and wipe your wetness down the side of your face. I grab your wrists with both hands. Force your arms over head and pin them with one hand.
I lick your face where your pussy trail was left by my hand. A flat, wide tongued lick. Immediately, I kiss you again. Driving my tongue deep in your mouth. Petting your tongue with mine. Making you taste yourself. My other hand finds your tit. My fingers pinch your nipple. I start to thrust. You moan again. ”You feel so good. I can feel your pussy lips part. Sliding on either side of my cock. Can you feel my head. My veins?” I don’t wait for a response. I kiss you. “I’ve been reading your words. Looking at your pictures. I’ve edged myself over and over to the thought of these breasts. They are more beautiful than I imagined. My cock leaked to the thought of touching your pussy lips.”
The words make me need to touch your mouth. My hand leaves your breast and finds your lips. I study them. Slightly pouty. Full. Flush. Your face is slightly red from where my beard touched you. “I don’t know which lips feel better.” Then my hips thrust hard into you. My pace picks up. You start moaning continuously. My shaft slides over your clit. “I can feel your clit sliding up and down my shaft. You’re so hot….”
“I’m not going to last.”
My thrusts become harder. More ragged. I feel you inhale deep. Then let go. Inhale again and let out a soft sustained yelp. It grows in intensity. You bend your legs. I growl forceful, unintentionally angrily: “Keep them straight and squeeze them. Huh. Huhuh… unnnngh… I’m going to cum.”
You stiffen up.
Your yelps are labored. Then you stop. Squeak. Go completely still and silent. I know I have to cum now or it’s over for me. No one can follow commands while cumming. I pound into you. Hips to hips. Pubic bone to pubic bone. You crest and go limp. I somehow react quickly and keep you upright. Keep you from falling over. One hand grabs your hip and pins it to the wall. I press my forearm into your upper chest. I’m looking at you intently. The scowl that melts to pain that melts to a glazed look with flashes of a devil grin. Punctuated with a series of staccato exhales.
Then it hits me. The twinge at the base of my cock behind my balls. You are coming down as I’m building up. I’m holding you hard to the wall. I know I must be bruising your shoulders, hip, and pubic bone. My own growl begins. Deep. Guttural. My hips tilt forward. I lose sight of you. My vision goes blank. I’m not sure how I’m still standing. Humping you. I can hear my yell. A series of “huhs, fucks, shits, gods, damns, …goddamn, fuuuu…” then silence. I sense you cooing in the distance. Then my cum lets go. I let go. I’m dazed. I stumble. I reach back. I find the other wall to catch me. My rump slaps the tile floor with a fleshy snap. My cock slaps my belly wet. Still twitching and bouncing. Still spewing rope after rope of white thick cum into me. Up my chest. To the nape of my neck.
Panting, I finally come down and look up at your sweaty, cum soaked, hair wild self. Seeing your pussy for the first time, covered with my seed. Glistening with your own cum. Our juices dripping down your sexy legs. Your cute tummy. Your beautiful breasts. Then your face with its shy smile and gleaming eyes.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.”
(Story Copyright 2014 Bichotomy)
(All images found from tumblr. Had a lot of time on airplanes this week and needed to write a story. The collection of images are a new thing I may try - they didn’t inspire the words, but their sentiment inform them. Pairing words to image is an interesting challenge after the words are already written. I may add to the photo set later. I have tried to find an interracial image that goes along with the story. I can’t find one. If you do, submit it to me. Aesthetically, I’m looking for a white man (cause that’s me) and I’d like it to be animated. Reposting for those who might have missed it this weekend.