Tickled Pink

"Ohhhh that's a good girl," I groaned, grabbing her head and forcing my cock into her mouth again, making her taste all her wetness. She sucked greedily, making soft noises in her throat as she fingered herself again, and I caught a brief glimpse of blonde pubic hair over her swollen lips as her hand tented her panties.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I thrust up into my hand. "You're a good little cocksucker, Annie, you're gonna make me come so hard."

In my fantasy, she pulled her head back for a minute, still stroking me as she looked up at with those brilliant blue eyes and that mischievous little smile and whispered, "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."

That was it. That was just fucking it. There was no holding back, and I shoved myself into her mouth as I came, flooding her throat with waves of hot, white fluid, and she swallowed it all, too, like a good girl. Of course, that was my fantasy. In reality, I had a sticky cock in my fist and cum all over my belly. I wondered briefly if the wetness might cause a short in one of the wires and I grabbed the sheet and hastily wiped up the mess.

My fantasy Annie had disappeared almost as soon as my last shuddering wave of cum hit the air, and I glanced around the darkened room, feeling guilty for my indulgence. I reached down to the end of the bed and pulled up the blanket, ditching the balled up sheet. When I laid down again, my whole body relaxed. I could definitely sleep, now. Like a baby.

When the door opened, I jumped, startled, and Annie came in, coming over to push buttons on the machine I was hooked up to.

"Sorry," she murmured, glancing at me and smiling. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's ok." I flushed. "I wasn't asleep yet."

"I know," she said, her eyes meeting mine before she turned to go.

I wondered at her statement as she glanced over her shoulder at me and said,

"Oh, by the way, there’s a camera running. They like to watch you in your sleep for anything that could be disrupting you."

I was glad for the darkness, because my cheeks were burning as I watched her turn, that little smile dancing over her face. Still, I couldn't help admiring the soft sway of her hips as she left the room.

That Damned Cat

It wasn't my fault. It was the damned cat. This is the story of how one little diabolical bit of fluff can ruin a man's sex life.

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"Angel, please… God, please…"

She wiggled out from under me like she was made of liquid, working the buttons on her blouse in the opposite direction. I watched with regret as she swiftly secured all the hard-earned territory it had taken me twice the time to uncover.

"What if your dad comes home?" she whispered, looking up at me from under her straight blonde bangs and hugging her arms under her breasts as if she were cold. I groaned as the full tops of her tits pressed upward and out, her nipples poking against her blouse. My cock strained against denim and I shifted my hips so she couldn't possibly ignore how hard I was against her thigh.

"I told you," I murmured, sliding my hand over the thin material and tweaking her nipple. She shuddered against me when I did that, her eyes half-closing in pleasure.

"He's working late. He won't be home for hours."

"Mark, no," she whispered as I worked the buttons again, trying to make up some of the ground I'd already lost. "Let's go…"

Her mouth was saying no, but her body was saying yes and she moaned as I tongued her nipple right through her shirt and bra, flicking it again and again with my tongue. Her fingers ran through my hair, gripping my head as she wiggled and maneuvered herself so that the heat between her legs was riding against my denim-clad thigh. God, she really loved it, no matter what she kept saying.

"Please," she whispered, her thighs like a vise grip around mine as she arched her back, my mouth searching past the soft V of her blouse, over the pale mound of her breast, seeking the hard pink center. "Oh God, Mark… please…"

I didn't bother reaching around for her bra hooks-I just pulled the cup down, my tongue making fast, wet circles around and around the fat, pink bud of her nipple. Angel wiggled and thrashed underneath me, her breath hot in my ear, my cock like steel against her thigh and aching for release. Her nails dug into my back as I pulled the other cup down, too, spilling both of her breasts and pressing my face between them.

"Mark!" she hissed, bucking under me, her grip tightening, her nails actually digging in through my t-shirt. "Mark, look!"

"What?" I gasped, turning my head in the direction she was pointing, afraid that I had been wrong, after all, about my dad getting off work late. "What is it?"

"The cat," she hissed. "Look!"