NYC - Part 6

NOTE: The NYC Series starts with Face to Face. If you haven't been following along, you may want to start there.

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Emily took her time crawling up the bed. After all, if it was her, she’d need a moment to recuperate after that orgasm.

Hovering on all fours, she traced lazy kisses up Sarah’s thigh, stopped a moment to drag her tongue across the glistening labia.

When Sarah moaned, Emily smiled into the wet pussy, pushed the thighs apart, eager to make this woman cum again.

“Not yet, doll.” Sarah wrapped a leg around her waist and flipped her over with ease, draped herself over Emily’s long body. Her mouth was hard and eager this time, her tongue strong and sure.

Emily glanced up at Steve, who stood next to the bed, fisting his cock in lazy strokes.

“You want to join in?” she asked.

He smiled at them. “There’s plenty of time. I just want to watch for now.”

Sarah dipped her head down, wrapped her lips around Emily’s nipple and sucked. “Tell me what your girl likes, Steve. Better yet…show me.”

The lascivious grin on his face had Emily’s heart pounding and her pussy throbbing with need.

“She likes her nipples flicked.”

Sarah nodded. “She did that to me.” As she clamped onto Emily’s nipple, she pressed Steve’s head down to feast on the other. Emily arched up as both breasts were assaulted, lust shooting down between her thighs.

“Oh God!” She pressed both heads against her chest, her hips rocking, wanting to be filled, needing release. “Please,” she begged.

Steve shifted until he was leaning over her and held Emily’s legs open as Sarah scooted down to kneel between her thighs. His sure fingers manipulated her lips, spread them wide as Sarah’s tongue stroked from her ass up to her clit.

“Jesus!” Emily’s hips thrust up to meet Sarah’s hungry mouth.

Sarah clamped onto Emily’s wet pussy, her mouth open, pointed tongue against her clit, working in tight circles.

“That’s it,” said Steve, his hands holding Emily open. “Put your fingers inside her. Two fingers. Slow now, easy.”

The pressure was unbearable. Sarah’s skillful mouth on her cunt, Steve’s calloused hands spreading her wide and his gravelly voice giving orders.

Steve flicked his chin at her. “Make her cum.” He said it as though he were giving both women permission to finally enjoy the moment. It almost made her cum right then.

“Fuck her faster,” he growled. “Faster. Harder. She likes it hard.”

“Yes. Yes.” Emily’s head rock back and forth as her heart pounded and the intensity grew. Sarah’s slammed her fingers into her, brushing that sweet spot on each stroke. She arched as the orgasm tore through her. “Don’t stop.” Her body convulsed as aftershocks continued to ripple through her body.

When the tremors subsided, Emily lay on the bed, a satisfied smile on her face, Sarah curled up beside her. Steve knelt next to her head and she tilted her face, traced her lips along his cock, licked the bitter precum that clung to the slit in the head. She moaned, no longer surprised that she was ready for him.

He looked down at her and grinned.

“My turn.”

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NYC - Part 5

NOTE: The NYC Series starts with Face to Face. If you haven't been following along, you may want to start there.

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Emily twisted her hair into a loose knot, secured it at the top of her head with a claw clip. Although the musky air of sex was alluring, she needed to take a shower, freshen up a bit.

“Are you joining me?” she called out from under the hot spray, groaning as the water needled into her skin.

Her mind wandered, imagined rubbing her hands all over Steve’s hard wet muscles, and she ached for more. Her soapy fingers brushed her pussy, wet with water and arousal, and circled her swollen clit. She leaned against the cool tile, opened her legs, pulled on one nipple.

“You need to come out here,” Steve called back. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Does it involve an orgasm?”

“Definitely.”

“Be right out!”

She couldn’t resist a few more strokes—just to heighten the tension, she told herself—before rinsing off and towelling dry.

She unclipped her hair, didn’t bother to put on the bath robe, and walked into the suite.

A woman—mid-twenties, Emily guessed—leaned against the dresser. She wore a short snug dress in killer red and three-inch black heels. Blond hair swung down in a long bob and her eyes danced with mischief.

Emily didn’t bother to cover herself, but glanced over at Steve, who lay sprawled on the bed, a sheet barely covering his waist. “Who’s your friend?” she asked.

“This is Sarah.” Steve gestured with his glass of bourbon. “I thought you might like to eat something different.”

The woman shifted and Emily knew it was to offer a better look at the small, perky breasts, the long toned legs.

“Steve said you were visiting for the weekend.” Her voice was soft and sultry. “Said you might want to take in some sights.”

Emily smiled, her gaze taking in the small breasts, the round ass. “I must say, the view is gorgeous.”

Sarah dipped her head. “Thank you, though I think I’m overdressed.”

The woman’s slow smile made something shift inside Emily, something she recognized all too well. She licked her lips, already wondering what to touch first. “My experience is limited,” Emily said, somehow needing to apologize. “I’ve only done this once, and I was really drunk,”

Sarah smiled. “I’ll teach you.”

She held out her hand and Emily took it, moving into the embrace. The kiss was soft and tender, not at all like kissing Steve, who was much more aggressive. Emily tilted her head, ran her fingers into Sarah’s hair, pushing power into the kiss.

“Don’t fake it for me,” Emily said when Sarah moaned.

“I wasn’t faking. For a first-timer, you’re very confident.”

Emily ran a hand down Sarah’s back, stroked her ass in small circles. “I’m just horny.” She ran her tongue down the woman’s throat, nipped when Sarah tipped her head back. Her hand cupped a small breast—so much different than her own—pinched the hungry nipple. “I want to see all of you. You feel so soft and yet hard.”

She tugged the zipper, let the dress fall around Sarah’s feet. A tiny triangle of pale blue silk, already wet, covered her crotch. Emily flicked her thumbs over hard nipples that poked through filmy lace, rolled them between her fingers. Panting now, Sarah unhooked the bra, let it drop to the floor, and pushed the small tits forward.

Emily didn’t hesitate. She dipped her head down, clamped her mouth onto one exposed breast as her hand worked the other. Her tongue skimmed back and forth over the nipple—a technique that Steve used on her—flicking with lightning speed. When Sarah’s hips pressed against her, she spun her around, pressed her back onto the bed. She smiled when the bronze thighs quivered as her fingers pulled down the silk thong.

Steve scooted across the bed, shifted until he was next to Sarah’s head. She reached up, stroked his thigh and he sighed.

“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong,” Emily said to him.

“Just do what feels good to you. If you like it, she’ll like it.” He ran his hand over Sarah’s hair, kissed her mouth, then took her hand, wrapped it around his cock, guiding her strokes.

Emily crawled up the bed, pressed Sarah’s thighs open. “I can’t wait. I want to taste you.”

She pressed open her thighs, and settled on her belly between Sarah’s legs, flicked her tongue up the slit, relished the sweet salty taste. With her thumbs, she open the labia, spreading the lips wide and pressed her open mouth against the soaking cunt, her tongue swirling around the clit.

“I don’t have to teach you a thing,” Sarah panted, one hand wrapped in Emily’s hair, the other stroking Steve’s cock.

Emily glanced up, as Steve shifted onto his knees. Sarah’s greedy mouth opened and Steve hissed when she scraped her teeth along his cock. Hands behind him, head tipped back, Steve thrust forward, fucking Sarah’s mouth as she fingered his balls.

“That is so fucking hot. I didn’t think watching someone suck you off would be such a turn on.”

Sarah glanced down at her. “You want some.”

Emily shook her head, pushed Sarah’s legs wider. “I have what I want here. You enjoy.”

“I will.” And Sarah’s head dropped down to the bed when Emily eased two fingers into her cunt as she continued to suck the hard clit. “Oh! Fuck!”

“Yeah,” Emily said. “I like that too. It always makes me cum.”

Emily pulled back the hood, wrapped her lips around the round nub and sucked, while her fingers pistoned in and out of Sarah’s wet cunt.

“Yes, yes,” Sarah managed to pant. “Oh god, yes!” Her hips rocked faster, breath came in quick short pants. Emily shifted to her knees and drilled her fingers like a jackhammer.

“FUCK!” Sarah contracted around her fingers, her hips bucking, Emily revelling in the power of making this woman orgasm.

Emily slowed the speed, kissed the inside of her those delicious thighs, until the spasms stopped.

Sounding a little bit drunk, her hand still wrapped around Steve’s cock, Sarah let out a small laugh. “Well, I’d call that beginner’s luck.”

Emily shrugged, sucking Sarah’s juices from her fingers. “I know what I like.”

Sarah patted the pillow beside her. “Come up here and tell what you’d like me to do to you.”

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NYC - Part 4

NOTE: The NYC Series starts with Face to Face. If you haven't been following along, you may want to start there.

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The debate on going out for dinner or ordering room service didn’t last long. After all, leaving the room meant putting on clothes. It was enough of a hardship for Steve to wrap a towel around his waist to answer the door and sign for the food.

Sprawled out on the bed, they fed each other bits of calamari and sweet potato fritters. A half-empty bottle of Bombay Sapphire was nestled in a cooler of ice, two martini glasses—empty now—sat on one bedside table.

They touched and teased, kissed and fondled while they ate. And when they were full, they dozed.

He was a cuddler, she discovered. Not something she was used to, since she was a sprawler, herself. But having his warm, hard body pressed against her back—one possessive arm wrapped around her waist, his hand cupping a breast—was peaceful and comforting.

She dreamt of him, as she did most nights, but now the dreams weren’t just a fantasy she concocted while fingering herself, but based on reality. The afternoon of sex played over in her sleep, his hands roaming over her, that eager mouth possessing.

She was wet and needy when she woke, pleased to find his fingers already rolling a nipple. His lips teased the back of her neck, teeth nipped. She’d never told him, but it was a sensitive spot for her and it put all her sensors on alert.

His hand moved down her belly, fingered the tiny triangle of fur. “You left this for me,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Grew it back for you,” she corrected. “You said you don’t like clean-shaven.” She already planned on waxing it off when she went home, but for him, for this weekend, she’d left it.

“But it’s like an arrow,” he mumbled against her throat, his hand sliding down, fingers opening her lips. “It guides me. How would I find this wonderful pussy, otherwise?”

Her dream was enough foreplay and she was ready, needed immediate release. Emily pressed her hand against his, forced his fingers into her cunt. “I’ll show you the way.”

She guided his fingers in and out, tried to set a fast pace, but his fingers were stronger—so fucking strong—and he slowed her down.

“Morning sex should be slow,” he whispered. “Not rushed. You don’t even want to fully wake up. And when you come,” he pulled his fingers out, rubbed them over her clit in slow, hypnotic circles, “ it should be slow and heavy, satisfying, but leave you wanting more.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, as his fingers built her up, dragged her with him. “Yes. Yes.” She floated through the orgasm as her cunt throbbed.

Steve pushed his fingers into her, making slow, easy strokes. “See?”

She understood now. He’d let her have control last night but today was his. She accepted it, let the current build inside her, drifted with it.

“That’s it,” he said, when her hips began to rock. “That’s it baby. No, no, slow down, yes, that’s it.”

The next orgasm washed over her, slow and easy, released in a full-body shudder. She pressed her hand against his, forcing his fingers deeper. “More,” she begged.

“As you wish.”

He lifted her leg, pushed his cock against her. She was so wet, he simply slid into her.

“That’s what I want,” she moaned.

She let him lead, let him set the easy pace, let him drag her up toward blissful release. His hips bumped against her ass as his cock slid in and out of her cunt. She needed it faster, harder. He shoved her hand away when she made to rub her clit.

“I want to come,” she pouted. Jesus, she needed to come!

“I know you do, just relax and enjoy this. You don’t like what I’m doing?”

“I like what you’re doing very much, but I really liked what you did last night.”

“Let’s try this.” He lifted her leg, swung it back over his hip. He didn’t increase the tempo, but the new position amplified his thrusting and he seemed to sink deeper.

She closed her eyes and smiled. “Yes, that’s nice.”

He reach around and stroked her clit. “How nice?”

She hooked an arm around his neck as his fingers circled faster. “Very nice.” His cock maintained an easy pace but his fingers rotated around her clit faster and faster, building the pressure.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She chanted it over and over until she came with a loud grunt.

He continued to thrust into her until she felt him spasm, his warmth filling her.

She turned her head, kissed his mouth for the first time that day. “I don’t mean to criticize,” she started, and stopped when he stared at her. His look was intense, almost angry. Under different circumstances, she would have found it intimidating.

She fixed a serious look on her face. “But I only came three times.”

He rolled onto her, nipped at her shoulder, made mock growling noises that had her giggling. “Well, then, we’ll just have to do something about that.”

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NYC - Part 3

NOTE: The NYC Series starts with Face to Face. If you haven't been following along, you may want to start there.

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“On your knees, soldier.”

Steve complied, seemed amused at her tone. He wouldn’t be smirking for long, Emily thought.

She shifted, lay on her back, scooted up until her head was between his knees, nestled just beneath his cock. She dragged her nails along his testicles—just a light scraping—and he groaned his approval. She sucked one in, her hands reaching up to stroke his ass.

Stretched out before him, she spread her legs, her pussy still glistening. He leaned forward, his hands reaching out to open her thighs, but she slapped him back.

“No touching,” she said.

Steve sucked in a breath. “Evil bitch.”

“You’ll thank me later.”

“I’ll punish you later.”

She licked the palm of one hand, wrapped it around his cock. “I like the sound of that.”

With her other hand, she reached down, slipped two fingers into her cunt, pushed them in and out. The rhythmic sucking sound was punctuated by the slurping of her mouth and Steve’s slow, quiet cursing.

“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck. Fuck.” His hips rocked with each word, matching the easy tempo of her hand in her cunt.

Emily shifted, nudged him back onto the bed. He relaxed against the pillows, wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked.

“I said no touching.”

Steve lifted his hands in surrender, smiled when she straddled his hips, lowered onto him.

“This isn’t for you right now,” she said. She pumped once, twice, then a third slow stroke. “This is for me.”

She lifted her hips, scooted down to settle between his thighs.

She dragged her tongue the length of his cock, making greedy slurping sounds. “Our flavors blend well.” She gripped the shaft while her tongue circled the head. Her lips wrapped around the tip, sucked, while her hand stroked. His hips thrust up to meet her.

“Let me fuck you,” he said.

“In a minute.” She was enjoying the control, something she seldom had. And she wanted him to come, wanted to taste him.

“Now.”

He moved like lightning—grabbed her chin, flipped her over onto her belly, yanked her hips, pulling her ass toward him. With his knees, he kicked her legs open, reached around and found her clit. His fingers worked the swollen nub until she whimpered.

“Now,” he repeated, and thrust into her. It was hard, it was brutal and she loved it. The orgasm was instant.

His fingers never stopped, continued to work her clit. “I’m not done yet.” He slammed into her over and over. It was sensory overload and she had trouble breathing. Her body reacted on its own, reaching for the next orgasm as his cock slammed in and out of her cunt.

“I can’t,” she begged, her face pressed into the pillow. Her legs quivered and she could no longer hold herself up.

“One more.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll make you.”

He sucked his thumb, saturated it, then circled the pink bud that teased him, seemed to beg him. Her reaction was immediate.

She pressed back against him. “Yes. Oh, god, yes.”

He only managed three strokes before she convulsed around him.

“My turn,” he said.

Not giving her a chance to recover, he grabbed her hips with both hands and drilled into her, slamming against her wet cunt a dozen times before he finally let himself come.

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NYC - Part 2

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Her pussy still throbbing from the orgasm, Emily let him lead her to the bed.

“You’re still dressed,” she said, tugging at Steve’s belt.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He shoved her back onto the bed, yanked her legs down until her ass hovered at the edge of the mattress.

“Mmm.” He dropped to his knees, pushed her thighs apart.

“Wait!” Emily panted.

“No.” It was fierce, it was commanding and it was fucking hot.

“Oh, Jesus,” was all she managed when his mouth clamped onto her pussy.

Steve pushed her knees back, opening her even more. “So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a hard suck that pulled her clit into his mouth as he rotated his tongue around it.

“Yes, you are.” She ran her hands along his face, held them against his jaw, as his mouth worked her cunt. “You make my pussy feel so good,” she groaned.

“Mmmm,” was all he replied.

With her fingers, she spread her lips for him, opened her legs wider.

“Yes.” He pushed two fingers into her cunt, held them there for a moment.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her hips pressing against his hand. “Fuck me.”

She’d thought the first time was aggressive, the way he’d eaten her pussy like a starved animal, but now it was fervent, almost brutal. And she couldn’t get enough.

He rammed his fingers into her, thrusting in and out, the slapping sound driving her closer to the edge. With his other hand, he pulled back the hood, exposed her clit to suck on it. Every nerve was on alert and the build-up was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

“Oh god. Oh yes. OH FUCK!”

The orgasm left her limp and panting. And wanting more.

She lay on the bed, still spread open, watched him undress; he never took his eyes off hers as he removed his clothing. She broke the connection when he dropped his jeans, her eyes dipping down to watch his cock spring up.

“You’re commando.” She smiled as she inched up the bed, pleased that her legs still worked.

He crawled toward her, hovered over her on hands and knees. “Since I was a teenager.”

He sat up, his legs straddling her hips, rubbed the tip of his cock. He spread the bead of pre-cum, then rubbed his cock between her legs, sliding it up and down the soaking slit.

He looked up at her, gave her that boyish grin she’d only seen on her laptop. “My turn.”

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NYC - Part 1

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Nerves ripped through her like an electrical shock.

For more than a year, Emily had texted, emailed and phoned Steve. It started with sexting, which quickly moved to phone sex and now they regularly met on Skype to masturbate.

He was easy to talk to, made her laugh, and she loved his dirty mind. And in a few minutes, she was going to finally meet him.

She knew he never made his bed, so she had pushed the sheets to one side; tuned the hotel clock radio to a jazz station, set low.

She ran a hand down the short silk dressing gown she wore. She wasn’t sure why she’d brought it, it wasn’t like she planned on wearing it long. In fact, she wasn’t planning on wearing much at all this weekend.

The quiet knock had her nipples puckering and her pussy slick with need. She let the gown slide off her shoulders and pool around her feet as she opened the door.

Steve’s easy grin froze. “Jesus Christ.” He was exactly how she’d imagined. Big and strong, he filled the doorway; excited energy rolled off him.

“Hi handsome.”

“Hi gorgeous.”

She waited until he closed the door before she launched herself at him. He caught her, his mouth greedy against hers, his tongue teasing. Those wide hands she’d seen stroke his cock, now stroked her body, seemed to be everywhere at once. She was a bundle of need, teetering on the edge of release.

“I need you inside me. Now.” She had done nothing but think about this since they’d made plans to meet. She’d been horny for days and no amount of self-pleasure could ease the pressure.

“Let me do this.” He dropped to his knees, pushed open her thighs.

With his thumbs, he spread open swollen lips, circled the first knuckle of a finger inside her; just the tip, just a tease. “Jesus, you’re wet.”

She whimpered, tried to lower herself, desperate for relief, but he held her up. “Not yet,” he said.

His fingers kept her spread wide as he kissed her thighs, sucked her labia. She tried to shift so that he could suck on her clit, but he moved away each time.

“Steve!” She was whimpering now and her legs shook. Head tipped back, pressed against the hallway wall, her hips rocked against air begging him for release. “Please. Please.”

“That’s what I want to hear. I want to hear you beg.”

He cupped her ass in both hands pulled her cunt into his face. His head moved from side to side, rocked up and down, as his tongue lapped with greed. It twirled around her clit, thrust inside of her.

He was so much more aggressive than she had imagined and though it frightened her on some level, she was drawn to the darkness. She opened her legs wider, inviting more.

“That’s it baby, open up for me.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth, pushed two fingers into her cunt, curling them to tap that most sensitive spot just inside.

She couldn’t breathe and the need to bear down was unbearable. It was too much and her body bowed back as the orgasm tore through her.

“Fuck! Me!”

He caught her before she collapsed.

“That’s next,” he said, as he pulled her to the bed.

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