Erotic fiction inspired by Tempe in “HOT!”
Juliet was a wild girl from my hometown; not wild as in that she’d fuck anyone who asked, but wild as in that she’d do the crazy shit other people wouldn’t. She was the one to jump off the cliff into the water first when no one else had the nerve for it. She was the one who would steal her old man’s gun and take it to the woods to shoot bottles.
More than one time, she scared the hell out of me with the stunts she pulled. Jumping onto the roof of one of the freight trains that came through town, slowing down to creep through the tunnel before it got to us, and then disappearing for two days really freaked me out.
“I hitchhiked back,” was all she said when she appeared again outside my house on a motorcycle I’d never seen before.
But I moved away, up to the big city, and never through I’d see her again. Until three nights ago…
My sexual tastes have developed over the years – I like to dominate. I like to take control of the situation. I have often considered making my own porn movies, I find the idea of directing others very… appealing.
In the city, they cater for everything. In the city, I can go to a club and find many willing subs to control.
That’s where I found Juliet. A friend of mine told me there was a woman waiting for me. She didn’t know me, he said, but she was blindfolded and wanted to be controlled, and he thought of me first. He’d met her the night before in a bar and their frank discussion had turned into tonight’s visit to the club.
She was blindfolded, in her underwear, waiting for me. I recognized her as soon as I saw her, even with the blindfold covering her eyes. There was no mistaking those lips, that smile, the corners of her mouth upturned to suggest you didn’t know exactly what she was thinking but it was evidently wild.
I had fantasized about Juliet for years. The way she moved was so sexual, like a wildcat in heat. I wondered if she’d remember me. If she’d recognize my voice.
“What’s your name?” I asked as the door clicked closed behind me.
“I’m Candy,” she said. The corners of her mouth rising further.
“I bet you are,” I said softly. If she recognized my voice, she said nothing. That smile gave nothing away.
“Stand up,” I ordered. She stood and raised her arms over her head without being prompted. I walked slowly around her, examining her, making sure she could hear my footsteps. I stood behind her and ran a finger through her long, blonde hair, tracing a line down her back until I came to the top of her black babydoll outfit.
I leaned in close to her and spoke softly, “Take this off.”
Juliet did as she was told without question, removing her thong panties too. Good. She stood there, naked except for her black stockings, and I took my time admiring her beauty. Standing behind her, I reached out and grabbed her ass, curling my fingers around her cheek, sliding them further inside until I reached her lips.
Her gasp was audible, a faint intake of breath, but her body’s reaction was louder – she convulsed, pushing herself onto my fingers. I felt her wetness, her lips slippery with her oil. She was ready and willing.
“Kneel down,” I said, swiftly retracting my fingers and striding around to face her. Juliet knelt obediently. “Raise your arms above your head.”
There she was, on her knees, kneeling up with her arms in the air, naked and sexy, her mouth slightly open. Her anticipation was visible. She knew what was coming, I’m certain. She knew I was going to push my cock into her mouth, and the anticipation was making her positively vibrate with sexual tension.
I toyed with her, stepping closer, tracing her cheek with my fingers, bending down to whisper, “It will come soon…” into her ear. She was moaning with desire.
I ran my finger across her face and into her mouth, feeling her wet tongue fold around my finger, seeing just how submissive she would be. She wanted it badly. Her mouth opened wider and her tongue came out, slathering over my fingers, as if asking for more.
I added two and then three fingers to her open mouth, until my hand was wet with her saliva. Then I wiped her drool over her breasts, pinching her nipples stiff. The sight of her made me harder than I had been in a long time. My fantasy was here in the flesh, and she had no idea who I was.
I was planning what I would do with her in my mind, how I would have her stand and bend over, finger her pussy for me with three fingers, open herself up and debase herself for my pleasure, but I was so hard and that mouth of hers that I had always wanted to fuck was right there and waiting, wanting, begging, needing.
I unzipped my pants, bringing out my hard cock and lifting it high so that I could rest it on her face, my balls up against her chin.
She gasped and her tongue came straight out.
“No,” I said calmly. “I will tell you when.”
I rolled my cock over her face, down each cheek, slapping her with it, trying hard to concentrate on my plans for her. But her mouth was open and wet with saliva, and she was so hungry for cock. My cock.
I plunged in, pushing as deep as I could, surprised by my own desires. At that moment, I wanted to fuck her mouth and fill it, show her how much cock I had, see if she could take it all without complaint.
And she did, her mouth open, her tongue slipping out beneath my shaft, compliant. I fucked her mouth fast and hard, telling myself that I would stop soon and use her like she wanted – like I wanted. But I couldn’t stop. All of my fantasies had been delivered, and my lust was uncontrollable. I groaned and buckled when I came, my cock deep in her mouth, pulling it out to splash her face and cheeks with cum, pushing it back inside to shoot my seed into her throat, holding her head and fucking the last drops into her.
I stood there, breathing hard, getting my breath back as I watched her swallow and lick her lips, that distinct smile appearing on her lips again. I was a spent force, unable to do anything more. Turning to leave, I reached the door and was about to leave when I swore I heard her whisper my name. I looked back at her once, still on her knees, blindfolded, my cum dripping from one cheek, and left. I could not go back now, I would not be able to be the same man now that I believed she knew it was me. But I will never forget that night. I will never forget that mouth, those breasts and ass, that smile…
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