05 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Cecilia London (@authorclondon) Vs Angelina J. Windsor (@AngelinaWindsor) #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Cecilia London – Gypsy Heat

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 “Hold on to me.” Jack pushed her up against the wall, his thumb circling around her clit as he kept two fingers inside her. “You like that?” He groaned when she clenched his hair in her fists. “I’m taking that as a yes.”

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. “How do you always know what to do to me?”

Jack kissed her collarbone. “I know you get off on the sound of my voice,” he whispered. “Everything else is dumb luck.”

Caroline gasped. How could he say that, knowing how she reacted to him? “This is much more than luck.”

“Are you saying I’m good at what I do?”

She gasped again as he quickened his movements. “So. Good.”

He wrapped his left arm around her waist, holding her up. “I have been waiting for this all damn day.”

Caroline buried her nose in his neck, whimpering quietly as he continued to stroke her.

“You’re close,” he said, after an unusually short amount of time. “I want to be inside you. For as long as possible. Do you want that, baby? Do you want me to fuck you right here against this wall?”

She arched against him, biting at his neck, clawing into his shoulders. He held her tighter, continuing to caress her gently as she came against his hand, calling out his name. He kept stroking her until her spasms subsided and she fell forward into his chest.

“Jerk,” she panted. “You know what it does to me when you talk to me like that.”

Jack wiped the perspiration from her brow. “Can you stand up?”

Caroline took a deep breath. “Not really. But that doesn’t mean I’m totally non-functioning.” She knelt down on the floor, running her hand along his thigh until she reached his zipper. She stroked his erection through the tailored material of his suit pants.

“I’ve been thinking about chocolate,” he said. “Can you tell?”

“The hell you have.” She unzipped his pants, making an executive decision to dispense with any blow job foreplay. He was already hard as a rock. No need to waste any time using her hands. Caroline took him in her mouth.

Jack tousled her hair. “You won’t need to do that for very long. Just until you can stand up straight again.” He groaned. “And I hope you can stand soon. Jesus.”

She looked up at him, then at his pocket, and snapped her fingers. He took the condom out and handed it to her. She drew back and tore the package open, squeezing his cock in her hand.

“Are you a mime now?” he asked.

She laughed. “How fortuitous you didn’t say that while you were in my mouth or you’d have a very unattractive bite mark on your favorite body part right now.” She rolled the condom onto his length. “Mimes don’t snap, Monty.”

He pulled her to her feet. “Good, because I expect you to make as much noise as you want. This part of the mansion is deserted for a reason.”

“We should try to maintain some propriety in here,” Caroline said. “Don’t you think?”

Jack pushed her against the wall, spread her legs apart with his knee, and thrust inside her. A slick, fluid motion without a hint of awkwardness or unease. Yes, the man knew what he was doing. He smiled when she cried out. “What the public doesn’t know won’t hurt them,” he said.

A valid statement. She wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, Jack.”

He stopped moving. “What was that?”

Caroline grinned. “I meant, oh Mr. Governor. Give it to me. Ooh baby. Harder.”

He laughed. “You little minx,” he said, thrusting inside her again.

She moaned as he plunged in and out of her. He started to breathe faster. She clung to his shoulders, panting with every move he made.

“I love the sound of your voice, sweetheart,” he said. “But sometimes your nonverbal communication is a hell of a lot better.”

Caroline leaned into his neck, her sweat mingling with his. “Faster, Jack,” she whispered. “Faster.”

He pushed into her so hard that she flew off the floor, her shoes coming off her feet. Jack held her steady against the wall, kicking her pumps aside so that she stood there in just her nylons. He moved inside her, his pace increasing. She could hear the fulfilling slap of his skin against hers, could feel the sweet bite of his zipper against her pussy as the warmth inside her began to build and he drove her to orgasm again. Caroline screamed his name as he exploded inside her. Or inside the condom, to be precise. How the hell was that sucker still intact? She collapsed around him, her knees weak.

He held her up and withdrew from her slowly. “I think the first lady needs to visit me in my office more often.”

cooltext129750505189949Angelina J.Windsor – Seventh Son  

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As he held me thoughts came into my mind, thoughts of not being hungry and having been reduced to consider begging for a single hard crust of bread in exchange for sexual favors. Death would be preferable. Thoughts instead of what it felt like to have a full belly and lie in a warm bed. Luxuries I had not had thought existed for me anymore. The man’s arms were indeed magical if they could offer such comfort, fleeting though it may be.

“Are ye feeling better, lass?” His lilting accent further soothed me as I recognized a fellow countryman.

“Aye,” I answered simply, surprised that I was. I should pull away but I found I could not. I wanted to stay in his embrace. My arms crept around him of their own violation and I hugged him closer. His breathing slowed while his lower body pressed hard into mine. I felt his surging manhood firm against my stomach and it sent the first real excitement I had ever felt for a man coursing through my body. I was alive. Life was still possible. My body wanted to celebrate its victory.

One of his hands came up to cup my breast through the thin material; his fingers worked my tender nipple. I felt waves of acute desire burn out from the tightening nub to settle between my legs with the agony of pulsing need. My leg came up of its own accord and curved around his waist giving him full access. His head bent down as he swept the bodice of my kirtle aside and his mouth lowered to my breast. His tongue pulled and lengthened my nipple, sending such sensation to my nether regions I felt my knees turn to watered silk. His breath hitched and his other hand pulled at my long, hampering skirts until he found my sweet spot, wet with need. His searching fingers pierced my soft folds. He pushed them up inside me, stretching me, and making me desperately hungry for more.

Cream crept down my bare legs as his thick fingers worked my folds and my tight channel. I moaned with desire, pushing hard against his fingers, needing sweet release. His hot breath warmed my flesh when his mouth came down and claimed me. He tasted of cinnamon and it warmed me further as his tongue pushed into my mouth, plundering inside. He ravaged me top and bottom, his breath and hands hot against my chilled flesh. I was beyond stopping. I wanted more. I wanted this man inside me, proving I was still alive.

My hand came round to unbutton his woolen trews and in seconds his massive manhood was freed and visible in the misty night air. It throbbed hugely before me, larger than I had ever imagined, ribbed with thick veins, but I was unafraid. In one mighty pull he yanked me up and onto him, his cock thrusting itself between my sensitive folds and into my drenched slit. He sighed with pleasure as he used his strong arms to lift me up and down on his shaft, quicker and quicker until I screamed my pleasure aloud. My pussy clenched and shuddered, than a moment of perfect clarity as my body exploded with sensation at the pinnacle of my pleasure. Hot cum flooded me and ran down my legs till I heard it drip, drip onto the wooden boards of the bridge.

He let loose a wild call from deep in his chest that soared through the night, a song of victory and longing. I too was overcome with elation and lay against his chest once more, my legs turned to water with my body’s release. I was not ashamed, even when I became aware of what I had done with a perfect stranger. In the dark it felt right. Our bodies had taken what they wanted, nay needed, and no one was the wiser. Till I heard the answering howl of a wolf. It pierced the thick veil surrounding us, so close by I involuntarily shuddered with dread.

“Please, don’t leave me alone,” the desperate words fell from my lips unbidden. Begging was better than the alternative of being eaten alive by a pack of wolves. I didn’t want to die. No matter what I planned only minutes earlier. Answering howls came from all directions and I shuddered again with dread, the arms of the man the only thing keeping me from swooning to the ground. An entire pack roamed the mist just out of sight. My eyes closed tight. Now I wanted to live, now that it was impossible.

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