A/N -- I'm still working on "His Room". Don't think that I've given up on the project just because I've decided to take another poke at another genre. The next chapter for Tyler and Daisy is still being developed, so expect it to be ready in the next two weeks. I was working on these simultaneously, so I decided to post them together. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this.
If you have problems with any spelling or grammar, please notify me with a comment that is
constructive
criticism. All characters in this story are over 18. Yada, yada, yada...
Oh! I almost forgot. This story also dips into a bit of nonconsent/reluctance, so if you're not a fan of that, then this story may not be the one for you. And keep in mind that this is a
fantasy.
It has nothing to do with religion. Absolutely
NOTHING!
So please don't post any comments about how this is against your beliefs or how inaccurate it is or blah blah blah! I made this up. This is a thing conjured from the dirty thoughts within my head. Nothing more or less. I will delete any comments that go on about how offensive it is.
Ok, on with it now.
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Katie was so hot when she was angry.
That's how she was right now: smiling, but still angrily glaring at me as I told her about my dream. Her dyed red hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, and her almond brown eyes were narrowed fiercely as she tried to smile through her annoyance.
"And he's got this mouth! God, Katie! His mouth! I dream of him sneaking in and just licking my pussy like I was the last source of moisture on Earth!" I said, smiling as the imagery came to mind. Over the last few nights, I've been having the same dream of a nighttime visitor having his way with me, which is weird because I've always been a fan of pussy. Yet, there was something about the man in my dream. He just had this... this thing about him. Like he knew just how to touch me in a way no one else has ever had. "It's so weird, Katie Kate. I don't know why I keep having this dream, but every time I wake up I feel like the horniest girl on Earth. What do you think it means?"
"I think it means you're bi. Is this your way of telling me?" She snapped, and I chuckled, and pulled her into my lap, causing her to gasp.
"Katie, how could I possibly be bi when I have this delicious beauty to feast on any time I like?" I boasted, turning her so that she straddled me. A red lock fell out of her hair, and I twisted it around my finger. Before she could stop me, I unzipped the red dress she was wearing, and the material slipped off of her small breasts and down to her waist. She had the cutest little pink nipples, and being barely an A cup made them oh so sensitive, so I took one of her beautiful milky breasts in my mouth and sucked hard, holding her as she gasped and grabbed my neck for support.
"God, Dawn! You're so vindictive! Oh!" She moaned breathily as I twisted her sensitive little nipple with my teeth. Her green eyes widened, and she twisted a hand into my hair. I smiled, and moved over to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as she started grinding her hips onto my leg. "Yes! Oh, Dawn!"
Still smiling, I flipped us over on our black couch, laying her under me as I pulled her dress and undergarments down. God, she's so beautiful. I remember the day when I found her, huddled in the corner of a coffee shop in sweats and a band tee as she typed away for a Chemistry final. I was her tutor then, and she was initially annoyed by me because she was angry with her teacher for making a racist remark about her being Asian and "bringing dishonor to family" when she found out she was failing. One thing lead to another that afternoon, and we ended up fucking on her roommates bed. It was initially going to be a one-time thing, but we ended up dating for two years and getting engaged. And I couldn't be happier, because this woman is magnificent.
She's a small girl compared to me, only a size 0 while I'm a size 7, and she's all porcelain and lines. Her curves are small and pristine -- like she started out as a drawing before someone brought her to life. I've never been much of a leg girl, but her legs are fantastic: long and willowy, like a dancer even though I don't think I've ever seen her exercise. And her ass. My god, her ass! It's like holding two firm round oranges in my palms whenever I hold it.
However, the best physical feature she has is, of course, her perfect little pussy.
God, her pussy! Her lips are pink and swollen, and her clit gets nice and big when she's aroused. She gets so wet when I eat her, like she's a faucet just waiting to be turned on. And her taste. Unlike other girls, she tastes so sweet, like she's made of strawberries or something. It's unreal!
I can't help but want to eat her. And that's exactly what I did on the couch that night. I licked, and sucked, and tongue-fucked her little pussy until she begged me to stop. Then we cuddled on the couch and watched Hemlock Grove as she drifted off to sleep. My little astrophysicist needed her rest and relaxation, after all. She's got a big interview tomorrow with NASA that I know she's going to nail it!
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I opted to leave her on the couch with a blanket and some comfier pillows from our bed since I know she doesn't like to be carried unless it's for sex, and went into the bathroom to get dressed for bed. I took off my red skinny jeans and panties, revealing my thick thighs to the cold air, and let them pool at my feet. I took off my shirt and bra, and let my apple sized breast breathe as they escaped the confines of that infernal contraption. I took of my shoes, leaving my socks on as I gathered them in my arms. Looking in the mirror, I again began to remark how Katie and I were so different. Where she was all lines and porcelain, I was dark and soft. My hips, unlike her, were wide, and my ass was round and soft. My breasts were enough to have at least a handful, and my skin was the color of dark chocolate. Where she died her hair, I opted to keep my dark brown locks natural, twisting them into long braids that fell down to my mid-back. And where her pussy was bare, I opted to keep mine in a neatly trimmed bush. Today it was shaped like a heart. It's a wonder what she sees in me.
'Oh well,' I thought as I headed off to bed. 'Let's just hope that tonight was finally enough to push that hetero mess out of my head.'
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I was having the dream again.
His tongue was perfect. It was so warm, and he licked my clit with just the right intensity to get me fired up. I could feel his warm hands squeezing my thighs as he feasted on my pussy juice. I was so close. Oh brother, this is one good -!
"Mmm," he groaned, pulling me in closer to his face to get better access to his feast. Oh shit! This is real!
Who's licking me then?
I couldn't see the silent intruder, but I knew he was there. I could feel his teeth nibbling my pussy lips and his tongue ferociously attack my little clit, devouring me in the process. I could even see a bulge in the sheets between my things where his head was... but who the hell was h-?
"Oh my god!" I moaned as I felt my stomach start to tense. I'm getting closer. Holy fuck, so go-! Wait! Why am I enjoying this? I'm being sexually assaulted!
Yet my body was acting on its own accord. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he feasted away on me, his slow, savoring licks now racing back and forth against my clit. It was too much for me to bear. Without me even wanting to, my body came furiously, causing me to twist and turn and shake in pleasured bliss in the aftermath. I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life.
"Holy fuck!" I cursed, feeling my breathing become labored as I descended from the high. "I don't know who you are, and don't think this means I won't have you arrested, but you sure have a talented mouth."
