Thursday, 14 February 2013

Friday Night Fun [mf, creampie] (Scandalously Short Bedtime Stories Vol.2)

Jessie can't believe her luck. After a few successful coffee dates, the shy redhead girl finally managed to ask the handsome and wealthy banker out on a date. Dan seems too good to be true, he's young, rich, but seems to expect to get his way. He also doesn't talk about his home or private life - what's he hiding? How will the sweet and innocent Jessie deal with the handsome young rake?

This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains steamy scenes of sexy sex between a man and a woman, light bondage and dominance, and some swearing. Full disclosure: this is my first story to get multiple 5 star ratings, so yeah, I'm kinda giggly about that. :)


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The room was dim, lit only by what crept across the threshold from the front hall, and the pale colourful abstractions of her screen-saver. Her computer blinked in silence, waiting for her to begin the carefully chosen play-list she’d assembled hours prior, but her mind was far to occupied for even the single click that this required. 

It had almost been a year since she’d been with anyone, and her sudden fortune caused her to buck and grind against the hapless boy with barely controlled lust. 

Taking a hint, he began to fumble with the finely-crafted buckle of his pants, as she tugged her shirt effortlessly over her head. Her clothing, however, had other plans.

“Owwie!” she yelped, as her rusty tangles became caught in her hastily discarded shirt. 

He smiled. “Stop moving, pussycat,” he said through a laugh, as he gently separated her hair from her cotton-poly blend. 

Now free, she shook her red curls wild, teasing her shoulders with gentle tickles. She leaned forward, causing her breasts to cleave noticeably, as her black bra cradled the soft, tender flesh underneath. 

Time for the closer, she thought. Jess scrunched her hair tightly in one pale hand, as she looked down with him through smouldering, dark eyes, bit her lip longingly. Then, as the coup de gras, she gasped gently as she ground her body along the bulge in his pants.

“Oh god...” he moaned excitedly.

Allll mine now, she thought, as she allowed herself the contented smirk of a huntress. 

Having totally eroded his will, she began to hastily unbutton his tight, fitted shirt. He grasped at her, delicately dragging his nails along her soft sides, as she tugged his top up, and over his head. Now in his undershirt, he cradled her tightly against his warm, powerful flesh. 

Her soft hair tickled his arms and chest as they made out, while his strong arms touching her bare skin made her blush deeply – not because of their strength, or size, but for how slippery and hot they made her panties feel.

Within seconds, she’d managed to toss his undershirt close to where he’d thrown her own hastily discarded top. Moments later, a black satiny bra fell unnoticed to the dark floor, followed by his hastily shed belt.
The pile of clothing at the foot of her bed grew by the second.

She leaned forward in the darkness, looking up at him with amazed eyes as how effortlessly he’d removed her bra. 

“Mmm, what else can those hands do, cowboy?” she softly whispered in the darkness. 

His shaking hands left her sides and delicately traced her pale pink nipples against his palms before cupping her soft breasts.

A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. “Touch me...” she moaned, as she placed her hands over his. 

He was amazed at how warm her slight breasts were, and she groaned with pleasure at how he felt against her hard, sensitive nipples. His hands slid over her tight body, rough, strong, and incredibly masculine. She loved that there was no mistaking them as anything but. 

He pulled her close, her bare chest pressing against his, and an even harder bulge digging into her belly. “I see someone wants to play,” she whispered, smiling that she had made him so hard in so little time.

“Kinda hot in here, don’t you think?” he remarked, between their passionate kisses.

“Definitely. Lemme do something about that,” she redhead smirked.

Jess playfully rolled off the boy, and bounced to the other side of her bed, standing in front of the drawn curtain of her window. A pale light filtered through the fabric, allowing him to see the barest outline of her silhouette. As she’d planned dozens of times in her head, he watched hungrily as she slowly unzipped her jeans and discarded them upon the cold wooden tiles of her floor. Then, pausing ever briefly to heighten his anticipation, she slowly shimmied her pale pink cotton panties with cute black bows down around her ankles. She kicked them hastily under the bed, so he couldn’t see how slick their brief time together had made her.
Standing fully naked in from of the drawn shade, he could see her curves bathed delicately in the pale moon light.

She saw a grin appear across his shaded features and spoke. “Oh no, you stay right there,” she ordered, sensing that he was seconds from pouncing on her.

He did not move. Instead, he eyed her with an arrogant, lustful confidence that threatened to make her thighs soaked with lust.

Jess smiled in the shadows and began to crawl across the bed on all fours, her hair cascading off into wild red curls. She looked up at him with her pleading dark eyes, and smiling gently, placed a little bite on his hip.

“What are you doing Jess?” he asked in a deep, curious tone.

“Nothing,” she replied in a soft, slow drawl, as she lazily batted her eyes.

“Are you sure?” Dan asked again, trying to hide his smile.

“Definitely nothing,” the redhead replied as she began to tug his jeans down over his toned thighs.

He laid back and smiled at the dark ceiling, and reached out and began to slide his hands over her body. When he arrived at her plump little ass, he groped in in a way that made her feel dirty, slutty, and slippery wet. She liked being desired and appreciated. 

Jess began to tug his boxers down. He playfully tried to stop her with his free hand, but she gave him a quick slap that made him chuckle. She had been thinking about this all week, and she wasn’t going to be denied her prize.

He cursed himself for not being more in control of the situation, but her gasp reassured him of his superiority.

“I... oh my,” Jess softly mouthed. 

He was impressively hung, she had to admit. He wasn’t like porn-sized or anything, but she gasped because of how thick and wide his strong shaft was. He must’ve been expecting something too, as barring the slightest whisper of dark golden fuzz, he was perfectly trimmed. 

She was nervous, but everything in her blood screamed with desire. She ran her soft, delicate fingers along his thigh, before stroking his hard, erect cock gently and lovingly. His head was already slick with precum, which made her blush deeply as she thought about her own glistening folds.

Dan leaned his head back far into the cool pillows of her bed and moaned, as he stroked her supple ass and admired the curve in her hip. His mouth opened silently with pleasure - Jess' hand was so unmistakably female as she tightly grasped the base of his rock-hard shaft, and licking her wet lips, placed a single, sticky kiss upon the throbbing head. His slippery cum tasted salty, and the smell of sweat and leather threatened to derail her cool composure entirely...