Oiled Up In The Kitchen

I'm a bit nervous and shy. We each have a beer, and exchange small talk, while sitting at a kitchen table. When some of the shyness has worn off, you offer to rub my shoulders.

"OK," I say.

You move behind my chair and start to knead.

"Mmm," I say, "that sure feels good."

You start rubbing my neck, and then slip your hands down my shirt and onto my firm little tits.

"Unnh," I say. "Don't stop."

You lean down and whisper in my ear that you're getting hard, and ask if I'm getting wet.

"Yes," I say. "Yes."

You slide your hands back up, stand straighter, and start rubbing my scalp, while pressing your cock (still inside your pants) against my cheek. I feel the hardness and open my mouth to object, but you put a finger on my lips to silence me. The warmth of your finger and the hard cock slowly rubbing through the fabric against my cheek makes my pussy tingle and throb. You brush the finger across my lips, tracing the outline, then gently press the tip inside my lips. Turned on, I touch it with my tongue tip, promising more. I hear a quiet sliding sound as you unzip your pants. Now it is your bare cock rubbing against my cheek.

"No," I say, but my voice is husky and I don't try to stop you. You slowly pivot to the side of my chair, and your cock is now at the corner of my lips, and then brushing sideways across my lips. I open my mouth to say no again, and you take advantage of the opening to press your hard cock against the tip of my protesting tongue. You knead my hair and whisper, "Lick it. Lick the shaft."

I feel a buzzing in my gut of pleasure mixed with alarm, but I'm so turned on -- yes, I want to do this. I lick the shaft, tentatively. You moan. It feels so good to have this hard yet velvety skinned cock rubbing against my tongue. I lick the sensitive underside of the cockhead.

You moan, then move in front of me. "Let me slide it in," you say. "Just the tip. Please. Please."

I open my lips wider.

You inch the cockhead into my waiting mouth. My tongue laps at the underside, causing you to moan softly. You slide your hands onto my cheeks and say, "Take it deeper. I know you want it."

I slide an inch of the shaft into my mouth. I feel a sense of wonder at how good it feels to have a stiff excited cock in me, its warmth filling my mouth. You start to push it in deeper, looking me in the eyes to make sure I consent, your pupils wide open. I nod my head, and then you slide your hard, eager cock further in, pausing halfway while I struggle to take it all. You push deeper and deeper, groaning now and pushing on the back of my head, bucking for dangerous entry.

I can't believe I let myself get talked into sucking your dick, letting you fuck my virgin mouth with your eager, thrusting cock. I'm not that kind of girl, I try to say to myself, but I'm on my knees with a mouth full of bulging cockhead and a shaft that's sinking deep between my open, waiting lips, and I'm loving it, loving the salty taste of precum and the thought of giving a man such pleasure, and it's hard to reconcile that with being virginal, so I quit thinking about that and just give myself up to pleasing this grunting, lustful man pumping his dick the last inch inside. Your balls slap against my chin. You've bottomed out in me. You hold it there, moaning, and I reach up and stroke your hairy balls.

Your hands stroke my cheek and you whisper, "I want to spurt cum down your sexy throat."

I slide off your shaft, inch by inch, my tongue wiggling side to side as I rise off, until your cockhead escapes my full lips.

You groan from the release. "Please", you say. "Please let me fuck your mouth some more, and then let me screw you, fuck you hard and fast."

"I don't know," I say. "I --"

You take my hand and put it on your hard buttcheek. "It's OK," you whisper. "No one will know. It's our secret. Say yes. C'mon. Just say yes."

My pussy is tingling from imagining that it's your cock approaching my tight little hole. I engulf your cockhead with my lips, and then you thrust deep inside ...

I've always thought of myself as being a good girl. Yet, here I am sitting on a chair in your kitchen, with your hands on the back of my head forcing your hard cock deep inside my throat. I smell the musky odor of your crotch as you finally bottom out inside me and your balls slap against my chin. How did I let you talk me into this? If I'm so innocent, why is my pussy so wet?

You pull your prick out of my mouth and caress my cheeks. "Would you like me to talk dirty to you?"

I nod my head yes.

Your eyes gleam. "Kiss my cockhead, you dirty little cocksucker. You love having my shaft shoved between your sexy lips, don't you?"

I can feel my cheeks getting hot from blushing. I give your cockhead a soft kiss on the tip, then I wrap my lips around the head and slowly slide my tongue along the underside, back and forth, teasing you. I taste your salty, slightly sour precum in my mouth, and feel it coating my lips. You groan and rapidly pump just your cockhead between my lips. I tighten my lips and apply more pressure to the silky skin of your head as it slips in and out, my lips kissing the tip on the outstroke and then sliding over the ridge of the helmet as you push back in.

You reach inside my shirt and knead my shoulders, then work lower onto my shoulder blades. I moan. The vibration from the moaning must feel good on your cock because you grunt and thrust your shaft deep inside my throat. I'm gagging a bit, but it feels good to be giving you so much pleasure, and even better to have my back muscles rubbed, taking away the soreness from my workout at the gym today.

I remember how we met at the gym today, when you offered to spot me while I bench-pressed. I remember how I started to get a bit turned on, looking up at the weights and seeing the bulge in your shorts as you stood over me, your hands poised to catch the heavy bar laden with weights, your eyes giving my dampened crotch an amused look and then grinning at me while I blushed in confusion. I remember how we talked afterwards, and your deep voice oh-so-innocently suggested I come to your house and have a beer with you. I remember the knowing, not-so-innocent gleam in your eye when I hesitantly accepted.

I snap out of my reverie when you say, "Unnh. You better stop sucking, or you're gonna have a mouth full of cum. Or do you want to take my cum inside your slutty little mouth?"

I shake my head no, which is a bit of tactical mistake, since your cock is still inside my mouth and the vibration from shaking my head is liable to release your sperm.

You give one last pump, then pull out. "Stand up."

I stand, and you slide my shirt off, then lean in to kiss me.

I turn my head aside, refusing.

You laugh. "You're OK with my prick shoved between those sexy lips, but my tongue is too intimate?"

It sounds kind of silly when you put it that way, so when you press against me and push your tongue against my lips, I part them for you and your tongue slips inside. It's not a gentle kiss. You're fucking me with your tongue, letting me know you're in charge here. I let you take me in my mouth. I let you push your cock against my groin. I let one of your hands reach around me and knead my aching back while the other unzips my pants and slips inside. You fuck me with your tongue and finger my pussy while I wonder at how you managed to get me to agree to allow all these intimate, dirty things to be done to me.

You quit kissing me and say, "Turn around and let me rub oil on your back. Put your hands on that countertop."

I do so.

You open a cabinet and take out a bottle of vegetable oil, then step behind me. "Spread your legs."

I look over my shoulder. Oh, no. Why does he want me to do that? "I --- I don't think I should --"

You slap my ass hard enough to make it sting. "I said spread them, bitch."

I meekly comply, opening them a bit for you.

"That's better, you little tart. Any more backtalk, I'll swat your ass again." You put your strong hands on my inner thighs and push, and I spread them wider. I watch over my shoulder as you pull your T-shirt over your head, then unbutton the waistband of your pants. The pants drop to the floor, and now you're naked except for the socks on your feet. Your kick the pants free of your feet, then step between my legs and rub your stiff dick against the cotton sheathing my aching wet cunt. You kiss my cheek and say, "Better. Look at my little virgin blush. Never had a man do this to you, hunh?"

I shake my head no.

You keep rubbing your cock into my cunt while you open the bottle of oil and drizzle some onto my back. You start rubbing it in, your strong hands grabbing and kneading my shoulders and spine and the sides of my ribcage.

"Oohh," I say. "Don't stop. It feels so good."

You reach around and rub some oil onto my pussy lips and start to stroke them. You press your chest against my back, your skin hot from the pumped up metabolism you get after a workout. Your other hand slides around to my front and rubs oil onto my big nipples while you kiss my neck.

"Huuh," I grunt. "That feels good. Please don't stop." I close my eyes and moan.

You rub my nipples until they get hard, as your cock keeps rubbing into my pussy and you rub my clit.

You put your lips to my ear and whisper, "Bend over."

"What -- why do you want --"

"I want to rub your ass, that's all. Do you want me to slap you again?" You push down on my back, and I reluctantly bend over. I feel so vulnerable, naked and gleaming with oil, bent over a countertop with my legs parted and your hard cock pressing against my pussy, but it's exciting, too. I'm dripping wet, and waiting for your hands to rub some more oil all over my back and massage it, and maybe onto my round little butt too.

You step back a bit and pour oil on my lower back. A lot of oil. It runs down over my buttocks and down my asscrack, and some of it trickles down my legs. Your warm hands cup my buttocks for a moment, then you begin spreading the oil all over my butt and my hips. You rub my clit some more and I wiggle my hips with pleasure. Your other hand presses into my lower back, easing the tension from the workout.

Your hand slides down from my lower back and a finger slips into my cunt. I gasp from the shock.

"Oh, no," I say. "Not there. Please."

You pull your hand out, and I feel a moment of relief. Then you swat my ass hard.

"OW!"

"I said no backtalk. Want another slap, bitch?"

"Please. Don't. I'll be quiet."

"You better." Your hand invades my cunt again, and now your finger is deep inside me. I try to escape, but I'm bent over with my hips pressed against the countertop and there's nowhere to go. Another finger slips inside. I don't say anything, though -- my buttocks must be red already from the two slaps you gave them, and I don't want to provoke another.

You fingerfuck me, faster and faster. "Do you like my fingers inside your cunt?"

I stay silent, though it feels so good. I'm afraid to tell you how good it feels, how turned on I am.

"Do you want me to take it out?"

I nod.

Your finger slides out.

I sigh in relief, thinking you're done, but then you start rubbing your cock against my slit.

"No, please --"

You grasp my hips. "I won't cum inside you, I promise. I just want to slide my cockhead along the outside of your pussy. It'll feel good, I promise. OK?"

I look over my shoulder and meet your eyes. "I -- I -- I guess so."

"Good girl. You'll enjoy this." You begin sliding your hard cock up and down my slit, and you're right. It does feel good. It feels so sexy having your cockhead brush against my clit, over and over, while I'm bent over and vulnerable and giving you such pleasure. You're grunting and thrusting, and your hips and hard belly are sliding up and down my buttocks, warming them. You press your hand against one of my legs, and I take the hint and let you lift it up and place the knee on the countertop. This opens my pussy even wider, and it feels so sexy and erotic to be open and waiting for the strong hard man who's behind me, taking his pleasure.

Your cockhead pauses in the middle of a stroke, pauses on my slit, and then you're grasping your shaft and rubbing your cock in circles around it and muttering, "Does this feel good, slut? Do you like my cockhead slipping around your sweet little pussy?"

I groan with pleasure. "Yes. Yes, I like feeling your cockhead against me."

"Is your sweet pussy tingling?"

"Oh, god, yes. Don't stop."

And then you start pressing in.

I think about trying to stop you, but I'm helpless. You've grabbed my knee that's up on the countertop and you've pinned it in place. And, you've got your other hand pressing down on my back. And, you're right, it does feel good. God help me, it feels so sexy to be vulnerable and waiting to take your cock inside me.

"OK," I gasp. "But just the head. Be gentle. Please."

Your cockhead slides inside me.

You release the hand that's been pinning my spine to the countertop, and rest your chest on my back and whisper in my ear, "Does it feel good, baby?"

And you're right. It feels good, having you inside me.

You murmur, "Do you like being my woman? Do you want my cock deep inside you?" You kiss my neck and stroke my hair, and your other hand slips between my hips and the countertop and touches my clit. Ooooh, that feels good.

"Yes," I hear myself saying. "Yes, I like being your woman."

"Good. Now let me put some of the shaft in your pussy. You'll let your man do that, won't you? You want me to feel good, right?"

I sigh, loving the feel of your hand on my tingling clit. "OK. But, please be gentle."

"OK. Here we go. I'm going to start fucking you slowly. Tell me if it's going too fast."

It feels surreal. A few hours ago, I was so innocent, and now I'm oiled up and bent over, and I'm telling you to fuck my pussy, make me your woman. How did you manage to talk me into this?

You start pushing deep into my pussy. I'm starting to feel a warmth and tingling in my core spreading out to my extremities as my clit responds to your hand sliding up and down. You inch inside, bit by bit, until you bottom out. You slide all the way out except for the tip of your cock.

"Beg for it," you say. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

You grasp my hip with your free hand and plunge inside. I hear a slapping, squishing noise as you bottom out and your hard belly smacks against my buns. You start fucking me, pumping in and out, slowly at first then picking up the pace. "Are you my bitch?" you ask.

"I'm your bitch."

"Take my cock, slut. Take it all the way inside your cunt." You take your hand off my cock and grab one of my shoulders, seeking more leverage so you can drive your hard prick as deeply as possible inside me. You're grunting and sweating and slamming into me at top speed, and I'm bent over and taking my man's lust, letting him fill me with his hardness. I love being your woman. I love being taken roughly and unleashing your desires.

"I'm cumming," you shout. "Aaaah." You grab my hips with both hands and thrust as you cum deep inside me, shooting your sperm into my depths. "Ooooh." You sigh and collapse on my back. Your sweat mingles with the oil on my back.

Then you reach around and touch my clit, and that's all I need to go over the edge. I moan and cum and slither wetness onto the cool countertop beneath me.

We lie there, panting for breath. You reach down with your free hand and give my buns an affectionate squeeze, while your hand on my clit rubs it softly.

"Mmmm," you murmur into my ear, and nibble on an earlobe. "That was a great fuck. We'll have to do that again."

I lie there, feeling your racing heart pounding against my back. I slip my leg down from the counter, enjoying the feel of your legs between mine, and your cock softening inside my pussy.

"Yes," I say. "I want to be fucked like that again."

We lie locked together on your sticky countertop, and I lazily wonder what other things I can do to please you and stir your lust.

You stroke my hair. "My sweet bitch. I love being in your cunt like this."

I love it too.