Winter Reunion

Author's Note: This is the first story I've ever written, so I'm pretty nervous about posting it. All feedback is welcome, and I hope you enjoy it!

PS: All characters are 18+ (emphasis on the plus)

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I had just finished setting up the dishwasher when I heard the harsh trill of my phone's text message notification. Nervously I dried my hands and walked into the living room.

It's probably not her,

I thought to myself,

It's probably just Andy trying to get me to play that stupid game with him this weekend

Regardless, my hands shook as I lifted the phone off the table and thumbed the screen to life.

New Text Message: Amanda Carter

/Fuck. It was her. Don't get your hopes up, she's probably just canceling. Something came up and she can't make it./

I could feel my heart beating in every square inch of my body, and my hands were shaking so badly that I had to enter in my password four times before I finally got it right.

"Of course we're still on silly." her message read, "I have to stop for gas on my way over though, I forgot to fill up when I came in last night."

"That's fine" I responded.

"Alrighty, I'll be there in an hour. See you soon :)"

The clicking sound of my phone locking accompanied the feeling of the bottom of my stomach falling out and into the abyss.

/She's actually coming. Fuck. I need to tidy up./

I hurried up the stairs to begin cleaning my room.

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An hour and five minutes had passed and I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were trying to make their grand exit through my mouth and my ass simultaneously.

It had been nearly 11 years since I had last seen Amanda. Sure, we had discussed what we would do upon eventually meeting up plenty of times over those years but, faced with the reality of having her standing in my living room, I was experiencing a torrent of sensations and emotions that I was entirely unprepared for.

/Six minutes late now./

I got up and checked the driveway for probably the 30th time since I had finished my panicked cleaning, to no avail. No new messages on my phone either. She wasn't here.

My heart was beating so strongly that I was half convinced it had been replaced by an overzealous Mongolian War Drummer. I barely suppressed the urge to begin pacing around the living room.

I would have liked to place the blame for my overwhelming nervousness on the fact that I hadn't seen her in so long but honestly, she had had that effect on me since the day we first met.

My thoughts drifted off to the first time she had visited me, all those years ago. A relatively chaste session of cuddling on the couch watching movies had rapidly progressed to the both of us half naked in my bed with my dick down her throat. Most of the time we spent after that followed the same, though rapidly accelerated, pattern. By the end of our time together, I could barely make it into her apartment without my cock finding its way into one or more of her eager holes.

Lost in thought, I had paced my way out of the living room, through the dining room, down the hallway, and into the den; and it was in that room that I was startled out of my reverie by a loud knocking coming from the front door.

/Oh shit, she's here!/

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Amanda looked at me with a wry grin as I hustled down the hallway towards the front door. I answered with my own grin as I feasted my eyes on her beauty. Her long brown hair, usually a wonderful mess of curls, had been straightened and styled to perfectly frame her face. She wore a plaid button-down shirt that not only complemented her olive skin, but also expertly disguised the considerable bosom that I knew lay beneath it.

Opening the door, I was surprised to find that she was wearing a dark blue miniskirt, along with thick black leggings to ward off the encroaching winter chill.

"Sorry, I was in the back room and didn't hear you pull in," I explained.

"Don't worry about it," she said. I turned to face her, intent on seeking out eye contact before continuing the conversation. But it seemed she wasn't interested in eye contact, for her gaze was already locked on my lips. "It's not your fault at all." But I was no longer interested in what she had to say.'

With a surge of movement, I lifted her by the back of her thighs, spread her legs, and pushed her into the wall, leaving my rapidly hardening cock pressed right up against her sex.

"Ooh, hello there," she moaned.

"Shut up and kiss me," I replied.

"My pleas--" I pressed my mouth hard against hers before she could finish her sentence.

Our first embrace was awkward, of course. But after a few moments of accidentally bumping teeth and tilting our heads the wrong way, we rediscovered a familiar rhythm. Lips frantically crushing together, our tongues dancing to short, imagined tunes, we made out for the first time in a long, long while.

However, I wasn't 16 anymore, and passionate kissing wasn't enough for me. Not with her, and especially not after all this time.

I had pulled my lips away from hers, and started making my way towards the sensitive spot I knew lay below her right ear, when she whispered in my ear.

"I have to use the bathroom"

"Oh, yeah, of course," I replied, setting her down and turning to point down the hall. "It's straight down the hall - last door on your left. When you're done I'll be over here in the living room."

My cock strained uncomfortably in my jeans as I watched her tight ass scurry away without a word. I smiled to myself as I sauntered into the living room - a new plan had begun to formulate in my mind.

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Moments later I was seated comfortably on the couch facing the doorway, naked from the waist down with my cock in hand. The thrill of exhibitionism turned me on far more than I had expected it to, so much so that I couldn't resist playing with myself as I heard the bathroom door open followed by the quiet thumps of Amanda's footsteps coming from the hall.

As she rounded the corner, I watched her eyes immediately catch on the motion of my hand sliding up and down my rigid member.

"U-uhh..." she stammered, "what have you got there?"

"Quiet girl," I replied in a hard, commanding tone, "you and I both know why you came here, so walk that slutty ass over here and get on your knees."

Amanda took several quick gulps before nodding her assent and slowly walking towards me. I smiled another evil smile as I noticed that her gaze had yet to move away from my cock, the cock that I knew she had been fantasizing about relentlessly for the past 11 years.

I, however, had zero interest in savoring the moment. As soon as she came close enough I reached up to grab a handful of her dark hair and roughly forced her to her knees.

"You've been waiting a long time for this haven't you?" I growled.

"Yes..." she replied breathlessly.

"Well then, allow me to help you get started."

She put up zero resistance as I forced my length through her parted lips until my head rammed blissfully into the gateway to her throat. If I hadn't already known just how much she enjoyed the way I was treating her; the desperate, pleading moan that escaped her in that moment would have erased all doubts. If anything, she was probably enjoying this more than I was.

Spurred on by her obvious enjoyment, I began to fuck her face with a careless enthusiasm. As I worked myself up to a faster and faster pace, what started as pleasurable moans gave way to a loud, distinctive *gack* noise that would be far more at home on the set of a BDSM porn shoot than the usually quiet confines of my living room. With any other lover, I would be concerned that my behavior would result in a sudden and immediate decline in the quality of our relationship. But with Amanda, I knew that my treatment was akin to throwing several gallons of gasoline onto an already booming bonfire.

Pausing for a moment to readjust my grip on her scalp, I noticed that she had hiked up her skirt and was vigorously massaging her mound through the material of her leggings. Unexpectedly, that sight was what set me on the path to orgasm. Despite the nearly overwhelming urge to push past the entrance to her throat and deliver my seed straight into her stomach; I decided that this first load would serve as paint for the eager canvas that was her face.

Yearning for release, I stood and began to jackhammer into her mouth at a frantic pace. I knew that this was painful for her, that she probably couldn't breath, and that her throat would be sore for days to come. All of this only served to magnify the enjoyment I experienced while abusing her. And I wasn't the only one. A deep moaning now served as the backdrop to the familiar *gacking* noises she made each time I bottomed out. Indeed, her moans were so intense that I could feel the vibrations of her vocal cords in the root of my balls.

My orgasm was fast approaching.

I pulled out of her mouth at the last possible second, smacked her chin several times with my spit-soaked shaft, and exploded onto her face with the force of an orgasm delayed for nearly a month.

The first spurt of my cum launched clear over her head and splattered on the coffee table behind her. Oops. Ropes 2 through 5 covered her from chin to forehead, pooling in her closed eyelids and the entrance to her nostrils. The rest I deposited directly onto her waiting tongue, which she immediately swallowed with a deep, shuddering moan.

Drained, I stood back to admire my handiwork.

"Gods, you look incredible," I gasped, "I don't think I've seen a more perfect facial in all my years of watching porn."

"That is quite the compliment to give a lady," she replied in her trademark sarcastic tone.

"And who gave you the notion that you were anything but a common whore?" I asked, mirroring her tone with a chuckle.

She too began to laugh as she reached for the nearby box of tissues.

"Stop!" I commanded, all humor gone from my voice. "I don't recall giving you permission to move."

Obediently she froze, awaiting further instructions.

"Return to the kneeling position, spread your legs and tilt your head back."

I waited as she quietly complied.

"Good girl. Now you're going to open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and use your fingers to scrape every speck of my cum off your face and into your mouth."

I wandered off to the kitchen for a couple glasses of water and a warm washcloth as she began to push my cum out of her eyes and towards her waiting mouth.

A few moments later I returned to find her face mostly clean, and a copious amount of my seed piled on her outstretched tongue.

"You really are a world-class slut," I commented with obvious pride. "Go ahead and swallow, then clean yourself up."

Towering over her, I sipped my water as she complied; and handed her the damp washcloth when she reached for it.

"Now what do we say?" I asked her in the most patronizing tone I could muster.

"Thank you!" she replied in a singsong voice as a smile crept onto her freshly cleaned face.

A loud *crack* echoed through the room as I slapped her hard enough to leave a mark.

"Try again," I said darkly.

"Thank you... daddy," she replied, her tone full of a dark lust that I had not heard from her before.

"Good. You remembered."

"Of course I did, I was just testing you"

I slapped her again, harder, leaving a bright red mark on her left cheek.

"I can play this game all day you little brat," I deadpanned, "lucky for you I'm in a good mood. I'll overlook your attitude and provide you with a present for remembering my proper title."

I took a long swig of water in preparation, then stepped forward and grabbed her roughly by the throat.

"Open your mouth," I commanded.

She blinked rapidly to dispel some stray tears from her eyes, then opened her mouth wide, going so far as to stick out her tongue like I had asked of her earlier.

/I knew there was a reason I loved this girl,/ I thought to myself as I stared into her eyes, waiting for the saliva in my mouth to gather. When I was ready, I slowly drooled a sizable amount of spit on to her waiting tongue.

Amanda, ever the faithful slut, let out a low groan as my spit landed on her, but waited for my command to swallow it. But the command didn't come. Instead, I tilted her head back, and watched with fascination as my saliva slowly flowed downhill towards the back of her throat.

After a few moments I lost interest and commanded her to swallow, which she did with an enthusiasm that I knew she only exhibited in response to being degraded. It was an enthusiasm that I intended to test the limits of over the next few days. For now though, I wanted to pay her back for the incredible orgasm she had just given me.

Still holding her by the throat, I gently lifted her to her feet and began to unbutton her shirt.

"Besides the rules we discussed before you arrived, there is one additional rule that you need to be aware of." I paused for dramatic effect. "While you are on this property, whether you are inside or outside the house, you will be naked. No exceptions will be made. Is that clear?"

"Yes daddy," she replied meekly.

"Good." I had finished unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the light blue bra beneath.

I continued by undoing the front clasp holding her bra together while she frantically tugged off her miniskirt and began to peel down her leggings. Holding her bountiful bust in my hands filled me with a sense of contentment I had not felt in a long, long time. Letting out a deep sigh, I looked down to monitor her continued efforts to strip when I noticed two important details.

First, she was wearing a very flattering white cotton g-string that accentuated her curves in a way that made my cock ache with need. Second was that her sex had soaked through said g-string so thoroughly that an observer wouldn't be remiss in assuming that she had just finished using it as a bathing suit. The ache in my cock deepened, and it slowly began to grow. Never before in my life had I developed an erection so quickly after achieving climax. I let out a low groan of my own.

Taking a moment to pinch and pull on her nipples with my right hand, I extended my left and beckoned her to give me the panties that she had just peeled off of her mound.

Quietly she obliged. I planted an uncharacteristically soft kiss on her forehead before promptly shoving the sopping wet pair of panties into her open mouth.

"Those are going to stay there until I say otherwise, got it?" I told her.

She nodded vigorously, which I followed by roughly shoving her onto the couch.

"Spread your legs whore."

She complied immediately, grabbing the bottoms of her feet in her hands to help her maintain the position. I took a moment to admire her in all her naked glory. Her full C cup breasts were pressed together deliciously between her arms, her left nipple was inverted and highlighted by a small freckle that had fascinated me since the moment I first beheld it.

My eyes worked their way down to her pussy, drinking in every inch of her incredible body. If it wasn't obvious enough from the soaked panties that now occupied her mouth, the state of her dark, swollen vulva would have made that clear enough. Her ever increasing need was all too apparent to my eyes, and I reveled in her anticipation for just a few moments longer than was really necessary.

Alas my own desire to taste her overrode the sadistic urges I had been imposing on her since she had walked in the front door. I dove into her snatch with an eagerness borne of an extended dry spell. I flattened my tongue and licked her flower from root to blossom, finishing off with a flourish as I departed her swollen clit. Several times I did this, digging deeper and deeper into her folds with each attempt, eliciting a variety of pleasant noises from her panty-filled mouth.

But my sadistic side hadn't departed the party just yet. Finally pulling away from her with a slow sucking motion that made her legs shake and toes curl, I took a moment to admire my handiwork before bringing my hand down across her pussy with a firm, open-handed slap. I swear that the low, guttural moan she emitted in that moment would have given a dead man wood. Letting out a moan of my own, I dove back into her box before the sensation of the slap could fully pass. Frankly, I didn't think it was possible for her to be wetter than she already was, but it was clear now that I was horribly wrong.

For the next several minutes I ate her out with a ferocity I hadn't experienced in a long, long time. I paused only to deliver a series of ever harder slaps to her swollen cunt, each of which was met with a set of increasingly louder moans. Each time I dove back in more of her sweet, musky juices covered me, until both of us were dripping on the couch, the floor, and even the shirt that I had somehow managed to retain throughout our encounter.

It was all becoming too much. As nice as it was to plaster her face with my cum, it wasn't enough. At this point the only thing I needed was to bury the piece of steel I had between my legs in the hot, wet depths of her pussy.

I ripped my shirt over my head and wiped as much of her juices off my face as I could manage. At that point I probably should have said something to warn her that I was about to impale her with my manhood and fuck her as violently as I could imagine. But honestly I was too far down the rabbit hole, so consumed with my lust for her that I don't think I could have formed words had I tried.

Instead, I brought my open palm down on her pussy far harder than I had done before, and then immediately and forcefully sheathed myself to the hilt inside of her. I could feel her orgasm washing over her then as the walls of her sex gripped me with such force that I couldn't have pulled out had I wanted to.

Ever the opportunist, I chose that moment to lean forward, securing her throat in a crushing grip while taking one of her swollen nipples into my mouth. Cut off from her only supply of air, she rode the subsiding waves of her orgasm completely at my mercy. In that moment, I owned her completely and totally. The high I derived from that sense of power was so all-consuming that I almost didn't notice that I was on the verge of orgasm myself.

I was shocked. My second orgasm of the day typically required several hours of on-and-off stimulation before it dared rear its head. But here I was, ready to blow my load 15 seconds after having thrust into her depths for the first time. Had I been in control of myself, I might have pulled out and asked about contraceptives or simply gone back to eating her out until my urge to cum had subsided. But I wasn't in control at all. In fact, I was completely out of control.

Instead of terrifying me (as it should have), the thought of burying myself deep inside her and flooding her unprotected womb with my seed only served to make me harder. Images of her as my sex slave, chained up in my bedroom, breasts and tummy swollen from a long pregnancy filled my head. Unable to restrain myself, I began to fuck her relentlessly, getting harder, deeper, and faster with each thrust as my orgasm rapidly approached. I released my had from her throat and slapped her face again, followed by her breasts, before finally reaching beneath her to cup her ass in my hands.

I couldn't hold on any longer, and judging by the sounds she was making, neither could she. With a final roar leaned forward, bit down on her shoulder, and pushed myself as deep inside her as I physically could muster. The pain of my bite must have pushed her over the edge, as I felt every millimeter of her cunt spasm and begin to milk me for all I was worth. In response, I exploded inside her with such force that I became lightheaded. I came for what felt like hours, with each contraction of my pelvic muscles spurring me closer and closer to oblivion.