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Arthur Connington
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Cassie Gutierrez.
Time: Mid to late evening.

One could blame the hot situation or the awkward posture, but the truth was that Arthur lost a bit of his smooth behavior when he fumbled his first attempt to unclasp the bra, getting it right on the second. Like a kid unwrapping a Christmas gift, his movements were a bit rushed, wanting to see what was beyond the envelope, so he got rid of the delicate garment with a bit of haste. "They are beautiful, you are beautiful" he whispered in Cassie's ear, looking at those firm breasts over her shoulder.

Arthur's hands couldn't wait, soon resting on top of those enticing breasts, just landing there in a gentle way without much pressure. They were so silky, wonderfully firm yet giving at the same time, the hard nipples against his palms as he cupped them. The feeling was almost burning, so warm that Cassie felt on his hands. Busy with those wonderful boobs, Arthur didn't notice her hand until she reached for it, stroking and rubbing him over his underwear.

"Hng-" Arthur grunted surprised at the pleasant touch, his cupping of Cassie's breasts turning into a momentary grip before easing out again. "Sorry, you got me by surprise..." he excused, starting to grope those wonderful tits gently and softly. They were so fantastic, so youthful and defiant, that Arthur couldn't help himself to further dig his fingers in, flicking and playing with those stiff nipples from time to time while his mouth kept around her neck, nibbling at her earlobe on occasion.

There was something he just had to do, so taking Cassie by her waist like a dance, Arthur brought her closer, leaving no space between his chest and her back, leaning her into him a bit higher than before as he scooted a bit against the headboard. With her head now higher, Arthur stopped briefly with his tongue in her right armpit, checking if it was one of those girls that found it exciting or just gross or ticklish. Once his curiosity was sated, he moved on by turning slightly to his real target.

With Arthur so low, it was easier for him to twist and capture Cassie's right nipple in his mouth, capturing it between his teeth with utmost care, just a graze, while his tongue played with it. In such position, Arthur's waist was lower than before and his clothed erection was poking between Cassie's thighs while he entertained himself with those marvelous breasts.
 
Charlie (Sky) Winchester
Location: Gramercy Pool
Tags: Saoirse, Bryn

The chlorine in the water. The way the water lapped against her body as the tiny ripples caused by their actions spread across the surface. The way their breathing all mingled together in a heated, heavy way that seemed to echo slightly against the high ceiling and nearly empty space. It all came together, correlating with the touch….her touch. Sky had gotten lost so easily in their company. Though she barely knew them, the feelings they were showering her with all too familiar. There was a spice of adventure, of being somewhere they were not suppose to be, doing such an act. Certainly it added to the entire experience.

She smiled softly at the exchange between the two of them. Saoirse teased him, calling him such a name as if it were normal. Perhaps it was. She had no idea what sort of acquaintances these two were. Were they old friends, or was something more going on? It was a thought that was quickly discarded as she felt Saorise’s tender, soft skin touching her own. Her breasts had not felt the touch of anyone else in so long. It was new in a sense, and it was over far too quickly. Sky wanted to protest, but before she could, the reason for the sudden absence of Saorise’s talented fingers became clear. She had a new destination in mind, and along with it, a new sensation of pleasure was granted to her. Sky could feel her body melting against Saoirse’. It was impossible not to. Though her fingers were only probing, it was enough. Her own lips ended where Saorise’s began. They were becoming one with a single, hot kiss. To describe it as that does the act such injustice. It wasn’t just how she felt. It was how she tasted. Sweet. Inviting. Her lips almost begging to be touched. The kiss was breezy, light, and yet passion and desire flowed from their lips to the other. Sky’s hand instinctively reached between her own legs, feeling Saorise’s fingertips massaging her clit. It wasn’t an attempt to force her to work the stimulated bundle of nerves faster. In fact, she enjoyed the slow torture. ‘Slower,’ she thought, wanting this sweet agony to go on.

As her lips left hers’, giving her several quick pecks of affection, Sky found herself moaning softly, almost impossible to be heard, because of the beauty she was with. They were soft sounds that grew in volume as she felt what she had known would come, what she wanted to come. Saoirse have driven a finger inside her depths. Sky knew she wanted release, but the painful ache that gripped her body was far more delicious. She floated, not just on the feeling, as she moved from her, taking up her position. Sky had no idea what she was about to do, and frankly she didn’t care. So far she had not been disappointed by anything this woman have done to her. This would be no different. Her words were so beautiful, full of promise that tonight was going to be something she would not forget. ‘For now though…..’ Sky was curious, but there was no force she could think of that would make her want to take her lips away from hers’. The kiss was deep, far more than any that had come before it. Her tongue met hers’, and for the first time, she forgot about the man in the water with them. All her attention focused on her. Sky had one thought that crept through with clarity. ‘Don’t stop.’


Bryn’s hands were warm against her wet, cool flesh. The gesture did not to be seen to be understood. He was touching her face, tenderly. More agony. It would have been so easy had he simply thrust himself deep inside her. It would have pushed her over the edge. This, on the other hand, kept her teetering on the edge. Sky liked it here, this way. She felt the tips of his fingers trail down her body. There was no doubt in her mind his fingers would take the same route Saorise’s had. As she felt his finger, she groaned into the kiss, into Saorise’s mouth. His tongue tasted her, drawing shivers down her spine. Sky knew she arching her back, presenting her chest for both of them, for a moment before relaxing, wanting to offer her sex up to him once more.

What happened next tore her attention away from Saoirse. She felt him, what she had held in her hand before just moments ago, suddenly enter, pushing into her. Her cry wasn’t soft or muffled. It was clear and loud. With every movement, she felt of more of him. Her back curved as she clung to him, feeling him hold on to her as if she would slip away. His fingernails dug into her flesh, and she in turn felt her own fingernails searching to pierce his skin. As he spoke, her back arched once more, pressing her chest against him. She was at his mercy, perched on his shaft, taking every inch he had. Deeper and deeper she felt him as he moved her. Her crushed breasts slide against his wet form. “Slower,” she stammered, wanting this torture to continue. Her lips found his ear where she whispered, “harder. Dig….harder.” It was all she could muster before her teeth grazed his neck. “Yes,” she hissed in response. “I….want it. Give it….to me.” Her eyes swept around, searching for Saoirse. She would smile when she found her, feeling closer to spiraling into depths of pleasure she hadn’t felt in so long. “Tell me,” she told her, softly. “Tell me….when….I can cum.”
 
Lucy Martin
Location: Dylan Murphy's apartment
Tags: Dylan Murphy

“Yes,” she nodded along with her soft reply. That was it. He had explained so perfectly. She knew what would happen now, and she didn’t fear it. In fact, there was sweetness in knowing. There was eagerness to her expectation of it to come, this painful bliss he was giving her. It hurt, and any other day it would hurt far worse, but in this situation, here with him, there was also a pleasure there, bubbling along with the pain, not equaling it, but adding to it, this feeling of extraordinary decadence.

She had given herself over to him. It wasn’t just her body. As he kissed her, pulling her up on the bed, his words echoed in her mind. He knew she could take it. Lucy believed that. Her body was his to mold, to bend, to his will, and as he put her hands behind her back, there was no attempt to stop him or protest. She had an idea of what he had in mind. This wasn’t the sort of thing everyone favored. It wasn’t something you would see often in the movies when a man and a woman fell in love. Then again, was this love? This was the darkness. That was certain. As his warm breath touched her ear, as the rope seized her wrists, Lucy shivered. Her breathing had once more picked up. It was happening again. The darkness, the lack of control, him with his animalistic urges, they were all there, taking control once more.

Her eyes darted around, briefly taking in the room, before the blindfold rested on her body. She looked at it, wanting to question him, wanting to let him know it was okay, but neither sentiment needed words. Her lips moved, but Lucy never spoke even as the blindfold stopped her from seeing. She could feel her beating faster as she breathed through parted lips. Lucy became far more aware of her own body. Her nipples were hard, and even the slightest hint of cooler air in the room seemed to make them harder still. She could feel the tiny bumps forming on her arms, and her muscles seemed ready at a moment’s notice to twitch at his touch. Her face warmed as her cheeks flushed. She could feel her toes curling. Between her legs was wet, far more than before. Of course some of that could be attributed to his seed still oozing from her sore sex. Her clit tingled, almost begging to be touched. Lucy was alive, far more so than she ever thought possible. She had known her first time would be unforgettable. He had not disappointed.

The material of the blindfold gave a soft sound as it was tied tightly around her head. Lucy closed her lips, swallowing deeply. Opening her lips once more, her nostril flared as she took in a deep breath, trying to steady herself for the uncertainty that was coming. She felt his comfort, his strength, as he helped her find her feet. Lucy remembered what his room looked like, but in her mind’s eye all she could think about was what she must look like. It was as if he had read her mind when he spoke. She smiled, happy that he was pleased with how she looked. That smile soon left her lips as she cried out. His teeth were unforgiving, and his efforts were far more intense. She felt her entire body tense before trembling. Lucy crouched. It was strange. She wasn’t trying to get away from him. It was as if she were leaning into him, into his efforts. “Please,” she cried, her voice shaky, laced with her desire as she felt her legs weak. Her word, her plea, came just before she felt something clamping down on her abused nipples. Lucy’s head lulled back as she groaned. There was no concern for someone hearing her. There were no thoughts of anyone but him. She felt as though she were drifting in a sense. Her feet were still firm on the floor, and yet she felt light. The sensations were pinpointed. Her nipples ached against the softness of the restraining rope. The contrast was beautiful. She could feel how her sex nearly dripping. Was the moisture running down her thighs, painting her skin? Exquisite. Yes. That word described everything she was feeling. “Yes,” she muttered her voice soft and serene.

He carried her to the bed. A perfect act. “Yes,” she responded. “I am….yours’” Her last word a groan, punctuated by his shaft spearing into her once more. Lucy felt her body come up from the bed slightly only to crash back to it. Without a reply, she began to move her hips, using her thighs to push her body against him. She could feel him sinking into her deeper, softer, slower, as she was in control. No matter how she pushed, no matter how she turned her hips, it wasn’t enough. She could not get enough of him inside her. Harder, with more fever, she tried to take him, rocking her body against his. She was taking him, fucking her own body with his, but it wasn’t enough. Frustration began to rise. Lucy’s face began to convey it. “I can’t,” she whimpered. “I’m trying.” Behind her back her bound hands formed fists as she tried to cope with her growing annoyance. “Please,” she called out. “Help me. Please. Help me.”
 
Cassie Gutierrez
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Arthur Connington
Time: Mid to late evening.

She giggled softly at his reaction to her touching him and whispered "its ok i like to give you surprises.. i like surprises too" She closed her eyes and moaned out loudly as he went to work on her nipples and breasts , her neck and earlobe. She was putty in his hands, moaning and squirming and soon she was even gasping out his name softly under her breath "Ohhh Arthur.. ohhhhhhh yessss"

As he licked her armpit she gasped in surprise.. she was a little hesitant, she had never even considered such a thing; and yet she found it erotic, whimpering out in sight shock and confusion at first but then in pleasure she responded. She definitely did not tense up and was glad Arthur was taking her where he wanted to go.

As his mouth went to her breast she began to moan even louder, and her fingers caressed the back of his head and neck "Ohh yes Arthur.. mmmm fuccccckk yes that feels so good... mmmmmm i said a naughty word you make me feel sexy and naughty Arthur" To prove that point she slipped the fingers of her other hand over his boxers seeking his shaft bulge his boxers, she would tease his bulge with her fingers through the material and even her nail pressed through the material .

Finally she slipped her hands inside the waistband, and paused just to make sure her hand was warm, finally seeking his shaft and caressing it inside his underwear and moaning into his ear as she gingerly stroked him with her slender fingers . She stroked timidly at first until she got used to his reactions and then more firmly, almost insistently "mmm Arthur... it feels so big" She felt so sexy and naughty and like she was some porn girl , and yet she was enjoying being that way. She didnt feel cheap or tawdry for him, she felt lovely and desirable. "you make me feel so so sexy baby. Oh please" She closed her eyes as he worked his mouth more on her chest ,melting and whimpering in total need for him .

Finally she started stroking him again , more firmly this time much more firmly, with deft strokes, she was understanding more about how his reactions were now and enjoying giving him pleasure, but more than that she wanted to spur action "Please Arthur.. i want to feel you rubbing my leg at least... ohhh.. i want" she trembled in need and her eyes were wide, she quivered like an excited kitten , though she purred more like an eager wildcat.
 
Arthur Connington
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Cassie Gutierrez.
Time: Mid to late evening.

Cassie's playfulness tasted rejuvenating to Arthur. How she answered to every touch, each flick of his tongue, how she played with his eager bulge over the underwear. It was crazy how exciting the experience was, and without self control Arthur would have been pushing himself inside her minutes ago, but he had to hold back. A small moment of uncertainty came to him, knowing that what was happening at that moment after meeting that morning was too quick, too hasty. He felt himself soften a bit while his mind doubted, even if he continued his efforts, but how could that be wrong? Both of them wanted it, and the physicality of it made him feel so young.

Perhaps he yearned for something else? Something more? It wasn't like he didn't feel endeared to Cassie, he liked her bubbly self, her honest approach. It was refreshing to be with someone new, feeling like he had finally had opened a window to let the sunlight in, but it was happening all so fast that he felt a bit of vertigo. Maybe Cassie had noticed it or it was just pure luck, but she had abandoned his covered bulge to delve her hands directly beyond his underwear, taking direct grasp of his member that was steel hard again within moments.

Those slender fingers, that delicate and almost shy touch was something heavenly. Luckily her own calm pace and gentle approach kept him safe away from orgasm, although she was starting to gain confidence and hasten her attentions. "I'll do more than rubbing your leg" Arthur whispered, wanting to escape Cassie's grasp to save himself from an early release, as much as he desired it. Slowly but firmly, Arthur leaned Cassie prone on the bed, while he straddled her face down body at the height of her hips. While his hard member rested on the small of her back, Arthur leaned forward, massaging Cassie's shoulders for a moment. "I can't help but want to see all of you" he confessed.

Slowly retreating along the big bed, Arthur's hands traveled down Cassie's back, slightly scraping her smooth skin with his manicured nails. "If you want me to stop, just say it" he announced, sounding far away as he placed himself aside Cassie's legs. The next thing the girl could feel and see if she turned her head would be Arthur taking those precious black panties of her and carefully removing them, handling her legs as needed to do so by himself. "Beautiful" he said out loud. Arthur planted his hands on her buttocks, fingers digging into the firm yet giving flesh, enjoying the touch. Arthur stopped his appreciative kneading of Cassie's backside to grab one of the pillows. Gently helping her, he put the pillow under her hips, rising that admirable backside noticeably.

Arthur's hands moved to the inner thighs, taking hold of them and opening Cassie's legs even more, positioning himself between them. "I was planning to taste your beautiful pussy" he admitted. "And I was the one that asked if we could just play but..." he continued, still caressing her thighs, getting closer and closer to her sex. "But you are driving me mad, I want to fully share this moment with you, I want to be inside you..." he confessed, his hands stopping for a moment. "Do you want to continue? We can do it as you want..." Arthur's voice wavered a bit, unsure of how he felt about the whole situation but at the same time passion driven to bury himself into that beauty.
 
Cassie Gutierrez
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Arthur Connington
Time: Mid to late evening.

Cassie moaned and her body loved his every touch. As he guided her to laying face down on the bed, she got more and more excited, letting out a deep gasp. "Ohhh Arthur" she whispered. Feeling his shaft on the small of her back caused her to moan even more, dropping her jaw as he continued to move his hand down.

"Please don't stop. " She was horrified at the thought.. she felt so right , more than ever. She wondered what she had been doing in the past because she was so excited now. She squirmed a little to help him pull off her panties, but then she stopped and let him take charge. She bit her lip wondering if he would discover how moist they were; and what he would think to find her entirely bare underneath her panties, in addition to wet. And the feeling of his fingers kneading her rear made speak under her breath "mmmmmmmmmmm"

As he propped her up on a pillow, she began to get even more excited. Her nipples stiffer, rubbing on the bed, her pink smooth sex wetter, she was trying to keep her breathing calm now because he had her so excited. She had been expecting him to lick her next, and truth be told she wasn't sure if she could handle it, she was so in need.

So when he spoke to her, all she could do was wait for him to finish talking and then look back at him, her eyes full of lust and a smirk on her face. She thought she remembered the line from a movie

"Take me, you fool!" she smiled broadly and then blushed and her eyes widened in a genuine pleading look "please... I need you inside me now Arthur, so deep.. I want you so much"

She blushed and turned her face back forward, not wanting to admit she wanted him more than anything she had ever had in her life. She didn't want to scare him away. It was funny, so many guys always told her they loved her and she didnt give a shit, now she was the one who was smitten. She needed him so badly.

There was no more questions for her, she was going to be Cassie for as long as she could be, this is what she wanted, what she had always wanted. She had to admit now to herself that she had always been attracted to him even when she was Chelsea. She pushed aside what would happen if he found out, she would make sure that didn't happen. And besides, he probably was just in this for the fun , she told herself, even if she hoped it was something more, it was fine.
 
Dylan Murphy
Location: Dylan Murphy's 8th floor apartment
Tags: Lucy Martin
Time: Late Evening

Dylan brazenly mounted her and her implanted himself even deeper now , hungrily taking her and not making her do it all herself "It's ok my girl, we'll talk later" he breathlessly added. In fact he planned to spank her later, but this was all so new to her, he could let her slide for now, knowing a reckoning was coming . And she was such a perfect young thing, so polite, so pretty. Looking down at her in her current condition, unable to see or use her hands and on his shaft made him rock hard. He claimed her deeper as he slammed into her now , plunging time and again to the hilt.


"Mmm thats my good girl, you need this cock don't you?" He felt himself twitch inside her he was so hard, and he would be taking her to the summit once more. He put his hand gently on her throat once more, but this time squeezed harder and longer, while his thrusts into her sex became shorter and more brutal. He figured since she was going to be punished, he would not be gentle this time, and not take special care to make sure she had an orgasm. Of course, she might still cum but he wouldn't block that now. Orgasm control was a wonderful thing, but before she can crave she must know the true depths of pleasure.

"You belong to me now, my girl. " he grunted out, barely able to complete the sentence with the pace he was fucking the helpless girl. His hands seized her breasts and began to knead them firmly, almost roughly, gripping, and yet not squeezing too hard, all the while his shaft driving home the point of his ownership into her. Exploding into her once more, this time less concerned than last, they would deal with any consequences together. He had made a decision already.

As he exploded stream after stream into her his demeanor changed, and mellowed, he began to caress her cheek and lay kisses on her once more; but he was unapologetic for how fast he had used her "you belong to me my girl. I want you always near. Now, up " He pulled her up into a crouch on the bed and lay himself back onto the pillows. He made sure nothing was blocking her vision now and put her face in his lap "Clean me, my girl. With your mouth, your tongue, your lips. I know this might be a first time tasting a man, I understand; try your best, please me.

He wouldn't let her suck him too much because he was still hard for her and wanted to spend most of his energy tonight on her young pussy, getting her used to being fucked and fucked deep, making her used to his size and shape. But first there was unfinished business. He drew her over his lap in bed now, the feel of her soft smooth silky skin next to his rougher skin a soothing balm for the pains of an older man. Still, this was good for his lower back, it was just loosening up nicely, and the girl had him harder than he had been in a year.

Once she had been pulled over his lap, her hands still bound, he sensually rubbed his hand on her smooth creamy buttocks "Never say that you can't my girl, ok?" She could hear the smile in his voice even if she was too timid to look back and up at her "especially when it's a direct instruction. I want to impress upon you there are better ways of handling this, my girl, do you understand this is why you are being corrected?" With that he brought down his hand hard on her ass cheek, the smack resounding into the room with a sharp crack and echo. He followed it up with a smack to te other cheek , and then he rubbed both her cheeks lovingly, smoothing aay the fire he had just brought to her ass cheeks. But he repeated, smack smack, rubbing again for a minute, and repeating that cycle of smacks and rubbing. In between smacks and rubbing he would slide his hand down to her sex as well; and his other hand would rest on the back of her head, gripping her hair.

Finally he smacked both cheeks and then brought his hand down in the middle, harder than the other smacks, knowing it would sting. This one he didn't rub away with his hand, he simply pulled her up from his lap with his hand in hr hair and kissed her helpless body, her arms still bound as he set her naked form in his lap, his hard cock rubbing against her still, he caressed her face and looked her deeply in the eye. "Are you ready for more , my girl? " His eyes were so deep it was hard to discern any color in them though the dim light in the room also helped that effect more than anything preternatural.
 
Sarah Berkeleys
Location: Apartments 202
Tag: None, sadly
Time: Mid to late evening/night

Sarah walked slowly into her oom, the smell of that new home feeling so different from the one she've lived with since she was a little child, as the metropolis around her battled with the homely, warm and comfortable scents of apple pie, cinnamon and her sweet sweet vanilla bodysoap, still lightly soaking her clothes, making them feel fresh and somewhat new. She couldn't keep her smile at bay... she was still excited for the day, barely realizing that the long train trip, the apartment... the shopping afternon and the little cakey-party she had with Jaz was nothing but matter of hours.
Always with that smile, she crawled over the bed, savouring its softness, the bedsheets sounding like seawaves... and in her brain, those thoughts kept twirling and dancing happily again and again.
Placing her glasses on the bed-table, she closed her eyes, taking one last deep breath, feeling all the warm and sweet spices lingering in the air to cuddle her into a well deserved sleep.

<<...Gramercy Plaza...>> sighed her with a content smile, before feeling her body lighter and lighter, carried away into the next chapter of her life....
 
Arthur Connington
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Cassie Gutierrez.
Time: Mid to late evening.

Arthur's plans to taste Cassie's wet fruit were halted by his own need, his own selfish and throbbing hunger. She was so different and so lovely, so ready and willing that the writer's wit was at his end, no more time for his fancy moves or experienced caresses. He wanted her with a fierce feeling that it was almost scary. For a moment Arthur thought he would get pushed away, but when Cassie first demanded it, then almost begged for it he couldn't help but feel his determination bolstered. He had to make love to that wonderful young girl that graced his life, he had to share himself with her.

Arthur moved closer, but seeing how Cassie reacted by looking away from him made his mind change ever so slightly. A swift move removed the pillow he had tucked under her hips himself, and he soon approached her, hands on waist and shoulder. "No, don't hide. I want to see you, I want you to see me... as embarrassing as it may be" Arthur whispered, turning Cassie around to face him. His breath was already ragged, pure anticipation making him gasp, and the sight of Cassie's face only made him more aroused and at the same time cherishing her.

"I'm going in..." he mumbled, face to face with Cassie, his chest grazing her breasts. It may be old fashioned, traditional, almost boring, but Arthur wasn't going to change seeing her face during that moment for anything else. While his left arm kept him in position, Arthur awkwardly tried to guide his stiff manhood in. Fumbling to do so and brushing her nub at first, Arthur soon found the desired spot, sinking his head in that welcoming warm and damp place. He was halfway in with just the first thrust, the sensation so pleasing, when Arthur stopped. He wasn't one of those porn stars with a huge looking tool between his legs, but he had nothing to be jealous about and not only wanted for Cassie to slowly get accustomed to feel him there, but also wanted to savor every moment, every expression her face made.

"So tight, give me a moment..." Arthur said, getting himself accustomed to the grip of that youthful girl, thanking the wetness for easing his enter. As he had now both his arms free, Arthur leaned the weight of his upper half in his elbows and forearms, having the hands free to caress Cassie's face, bending his neck to kiss her deeply. Slowly moving his hips in small circles, Arthur went deeper and deeper, fractions of an inch at each time, until he was finally fully embraced by her, his kissing turned into a gasping sloppy mess.

Slowly pulling his cock by just a bit, Arthur felt too nice so close to Cassie, his chest against her breasts, mouth to mouth, as to try and pump in a rougher and more aggressive way. It was a perfect moment, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by exploding too soon. "This is wonderful" he moaned, keeping his intimate and deep approach. Even with the best of his efforts, Arthur knew he wouldn't last long, there was simply no way he could. It was so amazing, it had been so long... that he felt himself pacing more and more to avoid it. "I'd be in your arms forever... but I'm afraid I won't last much..." he warned. Arthur still had a bit of time ahead before exploding, but not much.
 
Cassie Gutierrez
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Arthur Connington
Time: Late evening.

Arthur's was so different than what she had known what she was used to, that it hardly sufficed as a description. He was so dissimilar as to be entirely divergent from anything she had encountered. He truly was extraordinary, and her eyes and smile reflected that as her hands caressed him

His passion alone set him apart, but his demeanor and the way he made her feel so cared for. She felt cared for in a way she would usually reject from other guys and yet from him it made her feel warm and special. She knew then she had been right all along with her crush and her inviting him out tonight. And especially, in coming back here tonight.

She felt him against her body and it was really the first time she had noticed someone else in bed in such a way, an intimate way where she was just happy to be touching him , and now she smiled up into his eyes, but then dropped her jaw to moan softly "ohhhhhhh" as he entered her. Her face turned with pleasure, she tried to focus on him but had to close her eyes and felt them roll back a little as continued into her. When they opened she looked back at him with need and amazement and reached up to touch his cheek tenderly with her soft fingers and then wrapping her arms around his neck, clinging to him.

As he adjusted himself inside her, she gave playful grin on her face. but then feeling him even more she gasped out his name "Ohh Arthur, yes.... yessss", the words surrounded by several little panting sounds.

He was most of the way in and she felt it, her eyes wild with lust, wanting him so deep. She arched her back; and then his hands on her face, she kissed him back hungrily, more passion than she ever knew she had. She was being driven wild with desire for him and her body quivered in delight, her sex clenching him , her legs wrapping around him now to hold him close

Their kissing reached a feverish climax and then she heard his words and she whispered sweetly back "Arthur, it's ok.. you don't ever need to apologize for anything, as long as you let me be with you" her eyes were wide and she blushed red, afraid she had said too much

She adjusted on him and she slowed her clenching of him inside her but she could not help but do it a little. She kept whispering to him "It just feels so good, you inside me Arthur.. i. i think you are going to make me cum. you dont understand..." she bit her lip , she could not explain what a miracle that would feel like for her.

Looking into his eyes 'Arthur i'll do anything you want. " she slowed her speech and repeated enunciating carefully "anything. For you." her hand on his shoulder
 
Arthur Connington
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Cassie Gutierrez.
Time: Mid to late evening.

Cassie's understanding melted any doubts, any insecurities Arthur may have left, making him feel at ease with himself, his body, his age. For every approach he made, she was there to welcome him with lovely passion. If Arthur caressed her, she returned with a fiery kiss, when he moved deep, Cassie enveloped his body with those wonderful legs. For every gentle word he had, Cassie seemed to have the perfect answer, shy and sultry at the same time.

Bolstered by her actions to do more, Arthur tightened his embrace, hands and arms surrounding Cassie's back, pushing her against him. Arthur kissed and licked, caressed and humped, all with the hunger for pleasure, the need for love that had been bottled for years. Caught by Cassie's charm and trapped between her arms and legs, Arthur surrendered to her promises of doing anything and to the instincts of his own body. Moving faster, more forcefully even if he didn't pull out much since every moment they were apart felt wrong, Arthur slammed himself over and over against Cassie, knowing that she was there to catch him, he was there to please her.

Fogged by the haze of the height of pleasure, of the incoming orgasm, Arthur lost sense of time. It felt like a brief moment and a lifetime; an instant of rough, sweaty sex and hours of tender lovemaking; it was awkward and rushed, and yet somehow perfectly natural, just what he and perhaps Cassie wanted, needed. One last thrust of his throbbing member took Arthur over the edge as he bottomed out, grunts of need turned into moans of release, gasps for air as he exploded, shot after shot of seed inside Cassie.

Arthur's chest moved against her breasts while he recovered his breath, still caught on that mutual embrace, his weight over Cassie's welcoming body. Making an effort that seemed almost impossible at that moment, Arthur turned to a side, carrying Cassie with him and still throbbing and slowly deflating inside her. That way she wouldn't have to suffer through the weight of his mostly limp, tired shivering body, but they still had each others warmth present, close. Playing with her hair a bit, removing sweaty strands from her face, Arthur sought Cassie's eyes with his own. "Did you...?" he wondered, inquiring about her pleasure.
 
Lucy Martin
Location: Dylan Murphy’s Apartment
Tags: Dylan Murphy

Lucy had asked for his helped, begged for it even, and Dylan was more than happy to accommodate. She could feel him moving slightly, shifting, as the bed cried out softly underneath them. It was a stark contrast to what was to come next. Him, filling her, taking her, without abandon, without mercy, full of lust and hunger. There was no gentle, tender love making to this. This was something deeper, darker. This was the kind of action that one takes part in and keeps silent of. This was the kind of darkness that one fantasized of feeling at late hours behind closed doors and kept as their secret. Lucy groaned, not just the groan of pleasure but of groan of a woman who was sure she was at the point of where she would not be able to take anymore. He was filling her so, penetrating deeply, and Lucy was certain her body would explode or rip from the sheer size or the way he was slamming into her. It was a cry of pleasure and pain dancing so sweetly together, compelling anyone who could hear her to wonder what could make a woman make such a sound. They would seek her out only to find her writing on his shaft and wishing it was them, but it wasn’t them. It could not be them. It was her, and he slammed over and over inside her, the sound grew, coming from her parted lips. She arched her back, crying louder, finding the sound made it somehow easier to take him. In reality, he felt as though he would burst through into her abdomen. Such an act was impossible, she knew this, but at that moment, each and every time she felt his body against her own and his shaft buried deep inside of her, there was second where that fear was very real, and it gripped her tightly.

“Y-Yes,” she squeaked, not wanting to expend the energy to answer him, and yet she felt the need to do so. As the sound of her answer left her lips, she felt his hand on her throat. Softly he touched her, once more a stark contrast to his actions, but soon enough both would meet together. Lucy pulled against her wrist restraints, not wanting to stop him but to instead touch her own breasts. For reasons she couldn’t understand, Lucy wanted to touch her nipples, to pinch them. It was so clear to her how the sensation would mingle perfectly with what was happening to her, but she meet with opposition from the strength her bindings. It was frustrating. She knew the touch would send her over the edge, and in this state, she was left to teeter on the edge, unable to find her release. Her lips moved as she struggled to gasp for air. “Yes,” she cried out, her answer more steady than the one that came before. She could hear it in his voice. His pace had quickened, and he too was struggling, struggling to go on, struggling to hold back his release. His hands grabbed her breasts, and Lucy took in a deep breath. It was the touch she wanted, it was the touch she needed. Her release rushed in, washing over her hips and legs. She felt her muscles tighten as her mouth hung open. The sound coming from her was unlike anything she had ever heard before. It was almost inhuman. Her back arched so, and her hands behind her back were tightly drawn into fists. Amid this she felt him again, warm, filling her. Her cries heightened as she knew their releases were meeting one another. They had brought each other to this point.

His words were soft, and honestly moving was the last thing she wanted to do. Still, as he commanded her to move, she did. Perhaps it wasn’t as fast as he would have liked, but she moved. The blind fold was removed. Her eyes blinked, taking in the soft light from the bedroom. She looked down at him as he spoke, feeling her nerves growing. He was right. This would be the first time she tasted a man. Her eyes drifted along his body to his length. She took in a good look at what had taken her so, what had brought her such pleasure. Her hands were still behind her back. Using them to touch him would have been easy, but somehow she was sure he didn’t want this to be easy. He knew what he wanted, and he had made that perfectly clear. Carefully, implanting her knees further into the bed, she lifted her ass in the air, and leaned into him. The taste was something he had already commented on, that this would be her first time, but he made no mention of the scent. The scent of sex and release touched her nose, and Lucy was surprised by her body’s reaction. A tingle played with her clit. It was a delicious sensation that drew a soft gasp from her already parted lips. It made her want to move forward even faster. She moved closer, not taking a tentative lick across the tip, as if she were testing the waters, but instead drawing in the tip fully. The taste exploded on her taste buds, and Lucy’s eyes widened. Driven by her need to taste more, she moved down his shaft, her lips and tongue collecting every drop. Soon she felt her stomach wrench as she had hit her gag reflex. Lucy drew back, leaving him completely. A trail of saliva could be seen from her bottom to his tip. Though the feeling had been strange to her when she touched her gag reflex, it wasn’t enough to make her stop. She drew his cock back into her mouth once more, this time knowing when to stop. While this was her first time, Lucy knew what to do. The once inexperienced girl drew back again, this time not leaving his cock, only to take him once more. She liked this, tasting him, the closeness, feeling as though he was taking her mouth as he had her body. It made her warm inside.

She was about to ask him if he would someday take her mouth that way when he pulled her across his lap. Instantly this reminded her of when she was younger and her father would punish her by spanking her. It made her smile, almost wanting to laugh at such a thing. As he spoke, she could tell he was smiling too. Was this some sort of game he was playing now, she wondered. As his hand crashed against her cheek, Lucy knew this wasn’t a game. The smile that had been on her lips vanished. Corrected. It made sense now. This reminded her of a spanking because it was a spanking. The second came just as quickly, and before Lucy could wiggle against him, he was massaging her. Amid the smacks, she felt his fingers lace into hair, holding her there. His intent was clear. She was not to move. Soon as the smacks came, so too did her cries. The rubbing was soothing, but it never lasted long. This wasn’t for pleasure, and yet when his fingers would slide to her sex, Lucy knew he was finding her wet. What he didn’t know was her thoughts. She wanted him to touch her there. The smacks hurt, and yet she began to want them. She began to anticipate them. Lucy began to grind into his lap, trying to find relief to growing need.

The last smack from his hand left her screaming out. There was no relief from his hand. Just his actions of pulling her up. She loved how it felt, her scalp being pulled by the strands of hair he used. There was something in those dark eyes. A darkness that she felt in her own eyes. She was locked to them, unable to look away, unable to stay silent. “Yes. Please. Dylan….I want more.”
 
Cassie Gutierrez.
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Arthur Connington
Time: Mid to late evening.

Arthur's persistence and fervor drove Cassie wild with desire, and as she clung to him she cried out in wild passion, feeling it wash over her, her desire growing unabated His firm grip around her, his ardent and hungry kisses, his tender and firm caresses, and the way he thrust into her made her writhe in pleasure on his shaft. Her eyes were wide in amazement and his name was often on her lips "Oh yes Arthur.. i need you inside me , love how you feel there..." and more simply "Oh Arthur yes.. take me"

But she had more to do than hold on tightly and urge him on. The yoga she did religiously was not wasted here, as she moved her core on him, clenching his shaft gently at first, not trying to squeeze too hard, to milk it all from him all at once. Her eyes were wide as her sex worked on him as he shoved himself into her, humping her faster and faster. Soon she was yelping out with each stroke.

Cassie's own breathing was going out of control and she began to gasp and squeal with his thrusts. Soon after that became a cry and a wail, pain and pleasure, pure intensity., not used to such vigorous lovemaking. She felt so strange, a build up of pleasure in a way she had never felt before. Soon she was moving and squirming and pushing herself onto his shaft, needing and wanting more, her eyes wide her jaw dropped in a long moan of lust She was cumming and pushed onto her lover's shaft craving more of him, unable to make words, she was sweating a bit, she was almost terrified of the intensity of her reaction, yet it was more like a seizure in some ways, she couldn't scream out his name like she had wanted to, she was having a hard time breathing at all. The sensation was one of total overload.

Feeling his chest on her soft breasts drove her even wilder as she felt her eyes tear up. This had never happened to her before, not like this. She just looked up at him in amazement as she felt him unleash his orgasm into her body. She wanted to feel him thee so bad it was just so much more than she had ever felt. She caressed his cheek as he came into her and filled her with his warm seed. Whatever crush she might have had on him was melted away and reforged as a strong bond, one that she would not give up easily.

Cassie missed his weight on her as he rolled them to their sides, as she squeezed the last few shots of his seed out of him with her eager sex, and then she was as exhausted as he was spent. She smiled weakly as he brushed her sweaty hair from her face and her looked into her eyes. Her eyes fixed on him, full of both happiness and sadness , her jaw dropped . She nodded shyly, her face too flush already to truly blush at his questions and she whispered "Oh Arthur yes.. i did. ive never.. you know .. like i .." her voice trailed off She nestled her face into his neck, pressing herself there, feeling so safe and warm and happy. She was so out of her depth, she had never expected to feel this way because she didn't know such a feeling even existed

As she calmed herself she whispered "you were magnificent , Arthur. i am amazed." her mind kept going back on forth on what she could, should, would say. She was afraid he would never feel the same way, she would say too much and he would run away. Or she would promise him too much and then hurt him . She always did the wrong thing she knew , at least she had as Chelsea.

She dreaded ever having to be Chelsea again, like at the oh so boring charity event tonight. At least she could spend the morning with Arthur if he let her stay.
 
Arthur Connington
Location: Apartment 901.
Tag: Cassie Gutierrez.
Time: Late evening.

Seeing Cassie timidly nod to his question, hush an affirmative and jumbled answer, made Arthur feel a bit giddy. She was so cute, so sweet, so young, and yet Arthur had made her happy. Any odd and weird feelings that may remain on Arthur about their age disparity vanished away, melted into the warmth their shared. It could seem odd in other people's eyes, the gray haired man with the young girl, the cliched sugar daddy with his humble lover, but Arthur didn't care at that moment. As Cassie hide her face on his neck and he embraced her tighter, it was clear that such a thing couldn't be wrong. How could it be, when it made both of them so happy?

Arthur's mind wandered around ideas, concepts. What were they? The two of them had just met that same day, or where they already past midnight? He didn't know. It was just a casual encounter? Arthur didn't want to think so, but he couldn't get too hung on someone, not yet. It had been a while since he lost his wife but yet... he couldn't afford to break his heart once more, not before it was fully healed. As Cassie calmed herself and basked him with compliments, Arthur discarded any needs to label what they were for the time being. He didn't care.

"It was a bit rushed up... but it had been so long..." Arthur admitted. "It was lovely, you are lovely" he added, cuddling with Cassie, peppering her with soft caresses and little kisses, slower and slower each time, dislodging himself from her, completely limp. "I will make up for it by preparing breakfast, if I manage to wake up before you-" Arthur offered, lightening the mood with a gentle joke, but he soon interrupted himself. Perhaps he had assumed too much guessing that she was going to stay, maybe he was going too far. "I didn't mean that you had to stay, but I'd love if you did" he said, feeling a bit mushy, his voice wavering a bit. "It's been a while since I slept... since I..." he mumbled, Arthur's eyes getting bright and wet.

"Oh, don't look at this silly old man" Arthur uttered a short, bitter laugh, managing to stop his eyes from tearing. "You make me feel so vulnerable and yet so good" he settled, relaxing a bit, avoiding to plain out cry in front of her. "Can we just sleep together? Please?" he asked, the turmoil of the day, the relaxation of that moment, the alcohol they had, all helping to make him feel more and more at ease, more and more sleepy.
 
Dylan Murphy
Location: Dylan Murphy's 8th floor apartment
Tags: Lucy Martin
Time: Late Evening


As Dylan gave her what started as a gentle spanking, he could not help but notice how wet Lucy was getting. He held his tongue during the spanking of course, even though it pleased him greatly. But the spanking was correction and punishment, so it really wasn't appropriate for him to encourage her too much, at least not during such a light punishment. Still, he could not help but get so damn hard that he was throbbing once more.

Once he pulled his girl up, though; it was obvious how pleased he was "I am very pleased , girl, at how wet you got. And since you said you are ready for more, you will get it. Lucy you have made me very happy, but very hard, and I can tell you need this as much as I do, maybe even more. My job is to hold you back when you are eager and spur you forward when you are hesitant. " He leaned down and kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair "You are amazing my girl every time I touch you when I spank you , and you are wetter. Do you know what that makes you my girl??"

He whispered into her ear quietly, nibbling her ear as he did , and then he pulled back a bit "Mmm yes that is exactly what you are, but you are mine ,most of all. Now back down on my lap, girl." With that, he firmly guided her back down over his lap again.

This time as he swatted her behind, his strong hand smacked showed less caution, delivering blows that were a bit more stinging. The pattern was also different than last time, he would smack each cheek in turn twice - left right left right - in quick succession, followed by his hand smoothing . He kept spanking her harder each set of four swats. And then he began to simply start spanking her almost randomly - right cheek left cheek, middle, many times then smooth, then twice more then caress, then a dozen or more hard swats. He finally stopped and let her feel the burning in her rear.

He could feel how wet she was and could see her need grow, by now he suspected she was deeply in need. He pulled her up from his lap and marched her around the bed, to the foot of it. He bent her naked bound form forward, and instructed her to remain bent over. "Do not move , girl" He then opened a wardrobe and pulled out a long leather strap and wrapped it around her neck. Tugging on it until it was snug then locking it in place. The strap had a long end which he bound to the footboard of the bed, with her hands still bound behind her back, she was not going to easily get out.
"Mm yes thats perfect. Now spread your legs and keep them spread wide , girl" The way he said girl made it sound more like an epithet than a sweet pet name as he had before. He kicked apart her legs, spreading them with his feet, his hard cock resting against her ass right now as she was bent forard, her handsbound behind her bacjk, strap around her neck forcing her to stay bent over at the foot of the bed

"You keep those legs spread, my girl or I will have to take , shall we say more extreme methods" With that he entered her from behind, plaching his hand on the small of her back near where her bound hands rest, and then moving his hand do her hair.
 
Lucy Martin
Location: Dylan Murphy's Apartment
Tags: Dylan Murphy

Her ass was warm from the blows his hand had reigned down upon her. She was in a trance like state when he pulled her up and spoke. Her cheeks burned with a deep blush as he mentioned her condition. After everything they had done, Lucy was still shy at the knowledge that he had noticed how wet her sex was. Still the smile spread across her face as she heard how happy he was. She didn’t respond to him. The smile on her face should have said it all. She was happy that he was pleased.

His words were heated, like his breath that bathed her ear, furthering Lucy’s state. She moaned softly hearing them, feeling him. It was a state that left her limp, like a rag doll, easily bent to his will. Her body went across with lap with zero resistance. The position was the same as before, and Lucy knew what was going to happen. As his hand came crashing down though, she quickly realized this time was different. His blows were harder. There was no rhyme to them. Lucy’s eyes opened wide as the pain, the burning, was immediate. She gripped the sheets firmly, as it was all she could gather in her hands. Her eyes felt the sting of her warm tears threatening to fall and then finding their way down her cheeks. She squirmed, her legs writhing against the bed as if she were trying to climb over his lap, but that wasn’t the intent at all. Lucy had found, rather quickly at that, that in moving about as she was, she could rub her sex against his body. The pain from the spanking he was inflicting upon her only made the sensations all the more stronger. She began to wish the blows would be harder and that he wouldn’t stop. “Please,” she panted, wanting his hand to crack against her flesh more. Eventually she stopped moving, not because she had found release, but because she found more pleasure in the burning, aching pain. Though her face was stained with her tears, she did not want him to stop. Through gritted teeth, she groaned with every smack that filled the air. Her sounds rivaling the crashing blows. Her legs spread slightly, exposing herself to him. Over and over she felt his hand pushing her higher and higher. Even in punishment, she was finding pleasure. When he stopped, her skin felt as though it was on fire. Her head lowered to rest against him. She wasn’t even aware how high she had raised it. Lucy lay there against his lap like a rag doll once more feeling the burn her had caused.

Lucy could feel her chest tightening with every labored breath she took. When he moved her, she tried to glimpse his face, catching a small glance. There was a passion there, a need. She wondered was it on her face as well. She moved to his will once more, trusting him completely. At the foot of the bed, she bent over, listening to his words. He moved away, and she could have moved. She could have seen what he was doing, and the curiosity was there. So were his words, and those words were what kept her in place. He brought back a leather strap which she felt around her neck. It was tight. It restrained her further. It was….perfect. Lucy could pull against it slightly, but that only made it all the more tighter. She loved the feeling of it closing around her neck. She adored how it felt cutting off her air supply slightly. It was a delicious torture, the desire to move, to be close to him, to be in control of feeling this strap close in around her windpipe making it impossible for her to breathe, it was all too perfect.

Though she complied once more, it was clear her feet were not spread apart far enough. Lucy gasped, a sound that was clearly heard. “Yes,” she replied, the word more of a cry as he filled her. As perfect as Lucy thought this already was, the feeling of his shaft making her whole again, stretching her, proved there was still so much more that could make this better. Her head dropped slightly, giving some slack to the strap around her neck. “Thank you,” she said, her voice a whimper. His hands were warm on her back, and her skin still burned from the spanking. His hand reached her hair, and Lucy hoped with every fiber of her body he would pull her hair, forcing her head up, causing the strap to close around her throat. There was so much she wanted. She wanted him to spank her again, to fuck her hard and deep, to nearly tear her body apart, to yank her head up until her face turned red from the lack of oxygen, until her lungs screamed for it. It was all too much. She couldn’t voice them all. Instead it came out as a soft, need filled plea of, “Please.”
 
Saoirse Quinn
Location: Gramercy Pool
Tags: Sky, Bryn


Saoirse allowed Bryn to take Sky from her arms freeing her hands to roam as they pleased. Stepping back she ran her eyes over the scene of the two feeling a swell of heat pulse through her body and dropping down to between her legs. The sounds of pleasure coming from Sky were beautiful to Saoirse. A salacious smile curled her full lips at the breathy pleas from the girl to Bryn. Slipping through the water to the arching form being fucked by her ice cream peddling drug dealer.

Reaching under the water Saoirse laid her palms on Sky's rear and gave the soft flesh a playful squeeze, then curled her fingers slightly so her nails dug into the smooth skin. Slowly Saoirse raked her nails along Sky's ass then up her back, leaving a trail of light pink marks going up the girl's back. When her hands reached Sky's shoulders she let her left hand slowly slip around the girl's neck, her nails scraping lightly along the skin and over her throat until her thin fingers were wrapped around Sky's neck squeezing lightly. Her right hand moved up the back of Sky's neck her fingers tangling into the blonde hair. Gripping tightly she pulled Sky's head back and looked down into the girl's eyes. "You sure about that sweetness? You want to put me in charge of when you can cum?" She asked her normally playful tone dropping to be replaced by a far more dominating one. "IF that is the case then..." She paused and looked to Bryn. "Cream boy, we are going to drive this little morsel to the edge of pleasure, hold her there as long as we can and then when she is ready to break, make her wait some more." She said with a devious grin.

Still holding Sky by the throat and hair Saoirse lowered her face to Sky's and kissed the girl, it was awkward from the near upside down positioning but Saoirse quickly got adjusted to the angle. Her lips devoured Sky's, her tongue dipping into the warm mouth of the girl savoring the taste that filled her own mouth. Releasing the grip on her neck Saoirse slid it down her chest to Sky's breasts cupping and fondling one then the other, giving each equal attention.

Breaking the kiss to breath she smiled at the thin line of saliva that still connected their tongues. Panting she pressed her lips to Sky's again in several quick kisses. "Let's not ignore our stud." She cooed, easing Sky back up and positioning herself to the side so they both had their chests pressed to his body. Saoirse smirked and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Moving her mouth to his neck she pressed her soft lips to his skin, kissing and suckling the skin. "You're pretty tasty for a dirty boy." She teased.
 
Bryn Galenus
Location: Gramercy Pool.
Tag: Saoirse Quinn, Charlie "Sky" Winchester, open.

Standing in a pool of water and holding a girl up by her sides and hips proved to be a lot more draining on Bryn than he imagined it would be. He focused solely on shifting the lovely Sky up and down on his shaft, eagerly drilling her and causing waves of water to splosh outwards from the point of contact. He huffed and snarled with exertion, feeling sweat prick at his body despite being immersed in water. The nightsky twinkled above through the high windows and in the dark, every little movement seemed more profound and keen. Especially with how Sky was moaning, her lips to his ear, begging.

Not him unfortunately. She begged Saoirse…for permission! So what was he then, just a machine? Bryn clenched his teeth and kept on going. Cum when you feel like it…hopefully soon…since this is the type of race where you win by…finishing together. Still, he felt a very lucky man. He heard of drug dealers manipulating drugged out women into sexual escapades like this yet this moment was something far beyond their pitiful ploys and trickery. Both women were aware. Both women were desirous. And Bryn wanted to please and ravish them both.

Saoirse tugged Sky’s face away from his, his manhood and hips still rocking Sky’s body as she was held between Bryn and the other girl. “Cream boy…?” He stammered in surprise to the nickname, words broken by his panting. He supposed it was apt then, since it was his cream about to go into Sky. “You can…certainly hurry up and give…and give her permission…you know, there’s me too…” Bryn huffed, ready to try his best but doubting even his own body’s guards against climaxing. How could they expect him to go so long with not one but two beautiful women before him?!

They ignored him and his ordeal though, leaving him to continue pumping while the two girls kissed. He didn’t deny it was a lovely and delicious sight and he wanted to jab his tongue in between them as well. “Y-Yes, let’s not ignore the stud…doing all the heavy…lifting.” Bryn agreed, grinning from ear to ear despite his complaints, for who could really protest this? It was too much yet all he ever wanted. He would do this. He would last. He bit down on his tongue and tried to flex all his muscles, taking attention away from his growing fury in his lower abdomen. It was about to spill over…

And then Saoirse began to kiss him and shudders ran throughout his body. He quirked an eyebrow at her and drifted near, as if to tease her with a kiss back. “You didn’t hear?” He asked quietly, huffing deeply with his hot breath flushing over their wet bodies. “I bathe in ice cream.” He winked, pausing a moment to adjust himself with Sky, lurching her up a bit. The strokes became shorter but could pump out much faster, rocking the street girl’s body and shaking her flesh. It was the final stretch now and Bryn did not care if Sky could cum or not. He was going to simply explode.

And a few minutes later, no thanks to the two women with their unhelpful coaxing, Bryn’s face contorted and he shut his eyes, his body squeezing itself tightly to Sky’s as he felt his manhood throb and pulse. Out came spewing his seed, filling the girl they had just met not a hour or two ago, and gotten high with. He filled her to the brim and continued to hold her close, ignoring all and everything as his body went through the waves of cascading pleasure. He shuddered and his knees felt weak. And that was only the beginning!

“Christ,” Bryn said, getting a bit of a high rush as well with the orgasm, blood flowing through all his body and leaving him shuddering as well. “Christ, you two…are going to kill me here. Did you have a nice…trip?” He said to Saoirse and then Sky lastly.
 
Sky Winchester
Place: Gramercy Pool
Tags: Bryn, Saorise

It should have made her feel bad, but….it didn’t. She could hear his labored breathing. His muscles were tight, but there was a sense of fatigue. Lifting her up, driving his shaft inside of her had to be taking a toll on his body. He was, after all, only human. The water would help, but it was clearly not enough. She wanted to cum with him, and part of her secretly hoped the beauty in the pool would allow it, but that came to rest as she heard her heated words. It was not in the cards for her to explode, feeling the pleasure with him. No. It appeared she had other plans for her, but Sky also knew that she was only human as well. Each time his cock rose up, filling her, caressing her depths, she knew how close she was growing. Each stroke, each push from his hips was sending her higher and higher. It would not be a question of will or desire to obey. Instead it would be a matter of timing. She wasn’t sure she could hold out.

Saorise’s mouth was on hers’; devouring her as if her survival depended on the touch, the feel, of her lips. It was mesmerizing, but not enough to draw away from the sensation of her sex being taken. Bryn was enchanting in his own way. Her skin tingled from her fingernails. Sky loved it. Everything was converging, boiling, simmering, and she was about to her breaking point. She wanted to talk to the girl, to tell her of the great pleasure she was feeling, to beg for more, to beg for the right, the privilege to cum, but she couldn’t. Words were a distant concept, further away than the moon than trickled light down upon them. Understanding was there, but words were a flinting memory.

When Saorise turned her own attention to Bryn, Sky took the chance to wrap her mind around the decadence he was showering her with. There was conversation between the two of them, but she didn’t concern herself with it much. They knew each other in some way. She had just met them. Tomorrow things would return as they were. So tonight she would embrace them both and forget for a while the truths of the world. It was so easy to do feeling him….and her as well. It was easy to imagine, to dream, to want. The words from her song from before were spinning in her mind. Sky’s lips moved in a silent encore performance. Saoirse really did have her spinning, and as she felt him finally reach his limit, a loud, sharp cry emitted from her lips. Sky tensed, fighting with all she had not to cum. She ached. It was a familiar and delicious ache from her past. Her body cried out for the release that she so desperately desired and needed. Disappointing the lovely woman next to her was not an option. “No,” she finally called out; willing her own body not to betray her, but it was a futile battle. It had been so long since Sky had felt the touch of man, much less the pleasures they could give. She could feel her body literally twitching as her muscles spasmed. Sky knew she must look like a sight to see. Her muscles contracting, causing her body to convulse against his. Her mouth hung open as sounds that seemed not even human came from her throat. She could feel her toes curling as cramps racked her thighs that squeezed tightly around him. Sky could not see anything as her vision blurred, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Despite the water it would be clear what had happened. She had disappointed the beauty next to her, but it was worth it to feel the pleasure with him.
 
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