pool hall… 4

September 29, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

part one

part two

part three

he caught his breath and matched her movements as their hips undulated against each other. she couldn’t believe how well his hips nestled within hers. or how badly she wanted him inside her that very instant.

because she was wearing heels her pelvis was just a shade higher than his. just enough that his growing erection could rise against her pussy and nestle there between her legs. just enough that if he twitched even a little he would find himself inside her.

they moaned, together, and began kissing again, bodies already fucking even if they hadn’t completed the circuit yet. he tore his mouth away from hers and groaned “i don’t think i can wait” against her throat.

she rooted in her pocket a moment and came up with a condom. one condom that she had tossed in her pocket on the way out the door for no reason she could understand.

she held his gaze as she ripped open the packet with her teeth and reached between them, stroking his silken length a few times before she magicked the condom onto his again rock hard penis.

she locked her mouth to his again and lifted ever so slightly and in one swift thrust his enormous cock was sheathed inside her sopping wetness. they stayed like that for what seemed like hours, she gently working her internal muscles against him and he standing there, quivering and holding them both to the wall.

slowly they began to move their tongues against each other again and then, almost imperceptibly he began to move, just millimetres at first and then, in equally tiny motions she matched him and they stayed there, sliding along their hot circuit centimetres at a time and steadily increasing the length of their thrusts.

almost suddenly they found themselves slamming against the wall as he gasped and grabbed her madly flexing buttocks in both hands, lifting her enough that she could wrap her legs around his torso and she rode him like that as he pounded her into the wall with his cock. his beautiful, pulsing, enormous cock.

she felt impaled and ripped open and thoroughly pounded as he thrust his length into her again and again. they moaned into each other’s throats, teeth nibbling and pelvises slamming, heedless of anyone who might hear or watch or care.

nothing existed for them in the world but the parts of their skin that were touching. his hot spear was quivering now and the walls of her cunt were shuddering as their rhythm lost all sense of grace and they bucked like animals against each other.

they panted into each other’s necks and his grip on her ass tightened and then tightened some more as he drove into her mercilessly. one could argue mercy though because she was ripping his back like a lioness and pulling against him to slam herself into his body. she wanted every speck of him inside her she could get.

he felt her then, quivering on the very edge of coming and he dropped his hot mouth to her neck and just as he slammed into her he bit down, hard, where her neck and shoulder met. hard enough that she was going to have a teeth shaped bruise on her neck.

she screamed, out loud this time and came all over his shaft, gushing her liquid pleasure all over his manhood and down their entwined legs. her muscles quivered and the spasms rushing through her cunt were too much for him and he shuddered against her neck as he erupted into her, spurt after spurt leaving him until he felt utterly drained and they slumped, together, against the wall.

chests heaving, genitals quivering, breath coming in gasps they looked at each other and laughed at the intensity of their union. they blushed like school children at their own audacity as they rearranged their wardrobes.

he looked at her then, really looked and gestured toward the bar and toward the back door. raising an eyebrow he waited.

she broke away from the wall, settled her hand in his and strode out the back door. “i wonder which one of us has a bed closer to here” she said as she delighted in the sensation of their juices running down her legs “and that was my last condom too” as they went down the stairs…

the busboy, who had come upon them just as he erupted into her mouth, dropped to his knees with a groan and allowed himself to pant as he worked his giant purple cock fast and hard. worked it until he spurted all over the door she had just gone through with a man whose name she didn’t even know.

[hmmm now what...]

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whimper

September 28, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

oh god

i am so inordinantly horny right now that i am basically fantasizing about picking up strangers and fucking them. not talking or finding out their names or anything, just fucking them.

i’m basically wet all the time these days and soaked a good portion of the time. i wear yoga clothing for a living so you can imagine how often i have to change.

i finally gave in and ordered a vibe off the internet. my first one. how i got to be this age and never buy a sex toy is totally beyond me now that i’ve done it once.  it isn’t even here yet and i’m already considering my next purchase.

i fantasize about being watched while i masturbate, i imagine that men are all thinking about putting their rock hard cocks deep into my soaking wet pussy.  the kind of putting where you just slam it all the way in without even touching her first. the kind you can only do when you’re incredibly fucking horny or fucking an incredible slut.

i imagine a digital camera magically appearing and taking explicitly pornographic photographs of my genitalia and then sending them to whoever sent me the camera. and then i imagine masturbating and thinking about them masturbating to pictures of me…

i look at the men i pass in the street through a lust filled haze, all i can see is their hips and their penises and if they have the kind of bum that just shouts out to be grabbed and held on to? the kind of bum you ache to leave your nails in?  i have to go home and change.  it’s getting out of hand. my pussy is pulsing right now as i type this. in fact?  i’m going to finish this post and go masturbate. again!

it is downright stunning to me the effect that starting this blog is having on me. i mean don’t get me wrong, i’ve been in search of my sex drive for a long time and this is only the latest step. i’ve been looking over hill and beyond dale for said sex drive even.

there was a quest.

and i’ve gone through horny periods before for sure, but never with this same insistent need to touch myself for so many days on end. i almost can’t bear to go out because the urge might strike.

i wonder if this will change my pheremones and if i will be offered more sex… it worked a little on saturday, let’s see if it keeps up, i have intentions to go dancinghuntingdancing because if i don’t get fucked soon i’m going to break.

my vibe showing up will help, i ordered the one the woman with the biggest sex drive i’ve ever met recommended… and all her friends agree with her.

actually it might not help, it might just make this overwhelming need to feel a hard cock knocking on my cervix while my face gets slammed into a pillow and my clit gets mashed even less bearable. i might be driven to go out dancing in that dress, that little black see through dress…

if i don’t get sex, and a lot of it, and soon i won’t be responsible for my actions. hell, if i had a cucumber in my fridge i would fuck it right this second… and i wouldn’t even bother to finger myself first, i would take myself quick and hard and dirty.

almost savage.

shit, who needs a cucumber…

===

it’s hard to write into a vacuum you know, comments would be appreciated…

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not so worksafe

September 27, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

i met a man at work today.

so already this is a problem.

he took the class i was subbing, in fact he was finishing up the previous class and was asking what this class was and then stayed. i couldn’t look at him, sitting over there in the corner of the room.

i just couldn’t. i was afraid that if i did the ridiculous lust in my body would be transferred into my gaze and i would eye fuck him across the room.

eye fucking, by the way, is frowned upon by my boss.

let me just describe this man for those of you who read posts that aren’t tagged ‘sex’ and who might be interested. tall enough that i am looking UP at his chin. since i’m bordering on six feet that’s fucking tall.

mmmm i said fucking *twitch*

anyway so yeah this guy is wearing ratty old gym clothing and a shaggy ponytail and i never really register his looks, i register his level on the fuckability meter (so high) but not his looks so much.

then, that fucker lets his hair down.

*swoon*

perfect darkest brown hair that’s almost straight that only latin and native men seem to really get. just enough wave to make it sexy and not enough to make it ‘girly’ or ‘curly’ and it just hits his shoulders.

okay fine, so i’m a sucker for latin men. can’t blame me, i’m partially latin myself. so there he is, six feet four at LEAST with beautiful hair brushing these broad shoulders and a long, lean body carrying them and i swoon a little.

i didn’t look at his corner of the room for nigh on ten minutes after that!

after class he comes up to me and he thanks me and tells me that was fun and that it was his first class which gets me HOTTER if possible. hotter because honey if that was your first class i can teach you to do things with your body that… *trails off into lust filled daze*

i couldn’t tell! i’m good at my job and i couldn’t tell. mmm he’s strong and in control of his body already. and tall and dark and handsome.

and? oh god he has that little spanish/brazilian/portuguese accent that KILLS me every time.

after class he followed me out and i told him when i regularly teach and he said he would come and he touched my shoulder.

if we had been alone in the room i can’t swear i would be responsible for my own actions. if he does attend my class regularly? *shakes head* i’ll lose the ability to speak.

god, i know how to pick up strangers for fucking, how do i pick up strangers for fucking at WORK?

worse yet? he might be dateable…

god no.

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recognition

September 25, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

you see me when you walk into the joint although i have no idea that you’re there as i dance with my eyes closed. dance is such an easy word and really doesn’t describe what i’m doing.

what i’m doing is imagining that everyone in the room can see the juices sliding down my legs from under my tiny skirt as i grind my hips to the driving rhythm and that these same people are all imagining me without clothing.

that that woman there in the corner who seemed so innocent was secretly fantasizing that she was starting at my toes and licking and nibbling her way up my legs to their meeting so that she could clean me off.

that that group of men in the other corner who were staring so clearly were actually discussing which one of them would have me first as they passed me around and filled every part of me at once.

that the man in the shabby jeans with the perfect ass was dreaming of bending me over a couch and fucking me without even checking to see if i was wet. which i am of course. sopping in fact.

that she, she wanted to take me and the man she was with to her boudoir and feed him tequila shots out of my belly button… to start with.

everyone in the club was fodder for my imagination but you, and you were only exempt because i hadn’t seen you yet. oblivious, imaginary bodies stroking and flicking and nibbling and licking and fucking me i dance on.

i dance the way you dance for your lover when you trust them and don’t care if you look silly. i dance the way you dance when you’re with a partner and you don’t care who sees you grinding off each other. i dance the way you dance when you’re so horny you can’t keep your hips still.

and you see me as you walk into the club and you recognize me. in one searing glance that leaves me utterly naked to you you see me. you realise that we are kindred spirits you and i and your penis stirs betwen your legs.

not much and not so anyone could see but he’s as interested as you are. you walk to the bar and get me beer, i have to be a beer woman, wine women just don’t dance like that… at least not that you’ve met.

something thick and dark to excite my palate you think and fetch two of them.

i, still with my eyes closed, dance on.

you time your steps to arrive just as the rhythm changes. my movement pauses without stilling as my eyes open and are filled with you holding the dripping cold beer above my heaving bosom.

cold drops sear my overheated skin and i smile and take the drink from you. “thank you sir” i say and swallow half of it in a gulp. “i needed that” and i begin to run the cold bottle along my shoulders and arms and slowly down my breastbone as i sigh at the coolth of it.

you watch, dark eyes taking me in and assessing me. letting me see you do it and nodding a little as our eyes meet and i return the favor. i know that yours are seeing a woman in her prime who is not afraid to show off a long, fit body. a woman in a tiny skirt and a very thin, long sleeved, nearly see through, tight fitting shirt with heels so high you can’t believe she can walk let alone dance.

mine are delighted to take in the long, lean length of you, all dark hair and flashing eyes. i’m glad to see that your shoulders are wider than mine but your hips are narrower. something about knowing our pelvises will fit together later drenches me anew.
again our eyes meet but this time they hold and you move in, one hand behind me and dropping into the small of my back like you own it and our pelvises come together and the world stops.

i gasp.

you sigh.

recognition strikes like a thunderbolt.

we dance that way, grinding our privates into each other and getting steadily more aroused, for long uncounted minutes as song after song plays and people stop to watch us.

we might as well be fucking we’re so aroused and into each other and we both know it doesn’t matter because we very shortly will be.

we hump like teenagers before they know that it’s okay to fuck, our hands exploring the bodies writhing under them and always pressing, pressing each other closer.

finally after what feels like hours our eyes meet again and our mouths are like magnets that can’t get enough of each other. lips fastened, tongues thrusting and i rub myself against your length as you fuck me through my clothing there on the dance floor.

one hand frees itself from my bottom and slides around between us and in one sharp move you’ve gone past the waistband of my skirt and past my scrap of sopping panties to thrust three fingers deep inside my waiting hole.

i gasp and shudder against you as your thumb reaches up and with three quick thrusts against my aching clit you make me scream right there on the dance floor.

hips writhing, body shuddering and i can’t even keep myself standing up as your other hand holds me against you and your lips recapture mine as i buck and buck again into your hand and moan my pleasure into your mouth.

you hold me there, quivering, until my eyes clear slightly and then you look at me and we exchange our first words. “you’re coming with me” you say and i nod dumbly. smiling you slide your fingers out with one last thrust against my clit for good measure. i gasp as the aftershock takes my body away again.

quivering with lust i follow you out the door heedless of the stares that follow us. heedless of what you might do to me or where you might be taking me. heedless of all but my quivering cunt and her desperate need to feel that rock hard penis inside herself right NOW.

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sorry guys, i stopped to make out

September 24, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

yeah.

so.. yeah.

i went to a concert tonight, i won’t tell you who because that would be telling but i will tell you that there was a lot of loud and driving rhythms and that i was horny as hell before i ever got there.

the kind of horny you get when you spent hours the night before reading really good erotic blogs and didn’t masturbate. yeah, where you’re sopping wet and leave yourself unsatisfied just because you can. and (honestly) because you don’t want to have to have a shower in the morning.

so i go to this concert and at some point i stick my finger in my button flys and realise that i can almost, but not quite, rub myself off right there. but i can’t.

i’m with someone’s young thing and i can’t be caught masturbating in the middle of a concert, although it’s now in my list of things to do and soon.

so i sit there, letting my hips thrust as they will and pretending to listen to the music and i start to fantasize about a post that i’m writing and about someone reading this blog right at that second and imagining the things i write about and gaining arousal or hopefully orgasm from it.

so yeah, i was horny.

anyway, i should warn you that this story doesn’t end well and that i REALLY need a cell phone.

all right so me and several friends lose each other on the way out but we’ve made arrangements to meet up. well somehow i start chatting with this young thing (for serious, like ten years younger than me) and the next thing i know he’s holding my hand or rubbing my thigh and i’m letting him.

i never let that happen, i just don’t.

so we wander around a little, theoretically in search of our respective groups and end up standing beside the place where the vast majority of concert goers are streaming out of the venue.

and he grabs my ass and turns me toward him and we start full on making out right there. totally pressed against each other, i can feel his erection, he’s playing with my breasts and our tongues are mating.

there’s neck nibbling and skin on the back touching and rubbing of each other through our clothes and meanwhile ten thousand people are streaming out of a concert five feet away… and i don’t care about any of them, in fact i like that they’re watching.

except? yeah the young thing. i don’t know if she’s ahead or behind and i can’t bear the idea of getting busted that way (not my place to be a bad/good/whatever example to other people’s kids right?)

anyway it’s making me twitchy so he and i walk away and find a giant planter to lean on. a giant planter that faces a bar so anyone sitting on it’s patio has a full view of us.

a giant planter that backs onto a parking lot and has people streaming by.

and my back hits the wall and we’re making out feverishly. his hands are sliding down my pants to grab my no underwear wearing ass and my hands are crawling up his back to grip his skin.

after a little struggling with my belt he’s got my pants undone and he is playing with my sopping wet pussy. sopping fucking wet. and i’m groaning and pinching his nipples.

i can’t even tell you what we did it was so fast, i only know that he had my breasts exposed and my pants hanging open and i had his pants around his knees.

i’ve never done anything like that before, i’ve only ever thought about it.

i’ve especially not moaned into a strange boy’s neck while throngs of people walk by ten feet away.

and sliding my back down the wall to take him into my mouth? me???

*i* did that?

oh you guys it was tragic. all we wanted was to find a condom and bang our brains out but no. i don’t have a cell phone and neither does he and the crowds dispersed and we had to tear ourselves away unfulfilled.

me sopping and him dripping and both of us so horny it hurts but our timing was perfect because his friends were walking toward us from fifty feet away. so we smiled at each other and mouthed the word thank you and headed off in our respective directions.
two minutes earlier and they would have seen him, pants around his knees and penis in my mouth as he fucked my mouth.

five minutes earlier they would have seen him with his hands sliding on my soaking wet pussy and mine all over his penis as i bit his neck and he sucked my nipple and i groaned into said neck.

three minutes before that we were making out like bandits and had forgotten that our sexes were hanging out as we kissed and played with each other’s nipples, our pelvises grinding.

he walked away with me all over his fingers. part of me wonders if he shared my smell or just enjoyed it as a secret memory for himself on the long drive home. you know… cleaning his fingers and fantasizing about all the things we only said we wanted to do…

the back of my mouth tastes like cock. god i wanted him to come… would that we could have called our friends…

i never did find out his name.

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pool hall… 3

September 22, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

part two

part one

he caught his breath as she licked her lips and stared at his penis, tip glistening in the dim light of the hallway. she glanced up and caught his eye, leaning in to his mouth for a long slow kiss, their bodies pressed against each other, hers languid and yielding and his rock hard and pressing.

tongues thrusting they moaned into each other’s mouths as his hands cupped her ass and lifted her to nestle her hips within his and press her throbbing pussy into his rock hard erection. her pelvis matched the rhythm of their tongues and he was hard pressed to contain himself as their bodies rocked in an ancient rhythm.

she shuddered a moment and pulled away from his lips only to nibble his ear and run her tongue along the throbbing vein in his neck. slowly but steadily she licked and nibbled her way along the top of his collarbone and back along the bottom before she rained fiery kisses down the line her fingers were taking as they unbuttoned his shirt.

losing his grip on her ass he slammed his hands into the wall on either side of her shoulders and lost himself in her ministrations. she lifted her lips from his chest a moment and then bit his nipple hard enough to sting and he gasped and chuckled and began fondling her nipples again with one hand while holding them both up with the other.

slowly her knees bent as she continued her way down his body, tongue exploring the contours of his muscles as her hands reached for the small of his back. she skimmed the inside of his waistband and resumed her long interrupted task of freeing his manhood from his imprisonment.

sinking onto her heels she smiled up at him as he leaned against the wall, beautiful torso gleaming with sweat and chest heaving as she looked up at him.

smiling to herself and nibbling her lip in anticipation she eased his jeans down his body enough that they were barely hanging off the top of his buttocks and worked his boxerbriefs down even further to let his beautifully erect penis spring free.

she gasped a little at its length but smiled in anticipation before taking as much of it as she could into the back of her throat in one long stroke of her sopping wet mouth. he watched her as she kneeled up a little and grasped his balls in her hands. she fondled them gently, hands warm and holding them cradled within them.

this wasn’t about skill or talent, this was about raw sex. she worked the top of her mouth up and down and slid her head up and down, still moving slowly as she peeked up at him. his mouth was open and he was gasping for breath but his gaze was fixed on her.

she watched him watch her as she reached into her pants and got her hands sopping wet with her own juices before she began fondling the parts of his penis that her generous throat could not accomodate. hands moving one way and mouth another she worked him more and more quickly, one hand squeezing and releasing his testicles as the other spiralled on his throbbing erection.

groaning he fucked her mouth, heedless of her comfort of anyone who might be watching he put a hand on the back of her head and held her there as he thrust into her waiting mouth. she was wide open and waiting, tongue swirling and roof of mouth throbbing as her hands worked with her.

she freed a finger from his balls and reached it back to press against his anus and he stilled for a second but as she pressed slightly harder and started really pumping the base of his erection he moaned, one long groan of satisfaction and erupted into the back of her throat.

his buttocks clenched as he thrust and thrust into her mouth and she sucked and licked and then laved his penis clean as he released a few last spurts onto her waiting tongue.

she held him there, quiescent on her tongue and able to take all of him into her mouth now and just gently played with him inside her warm mouth until with a last groan he pulled himself from her lips and pulled her up to kiss him, their juices mingling as their tongues fucked each other like their bodies were dying to do.

they stopped a moment to pant and laugh and look down at themselves and their destroyed wardrobe and then their eyes met and their breath caught and both of them felt themselves stir.

“can you bear it?” he asked, “can you bear to wait until we find a room or a flat or a wall outside?”

“can you?” she asked as she moved her pelvis against his already growing erection.

[... can they?]

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this morning

September 21, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

she woke slowly, her skin warm and languid under the duvet. as she tossed a few more times and ended up without blanket in spite of the faint chill in the air. her nipples rose gently as the cool licked her skin.

without particularly noticing her fingers found their way to her nipple and rested there, their warmth seeping slowly into her now slightly cool skin.

almost infinitessimally at first her fingers started to slide on her nipple as it grew firmer beneath them and she began to pinch it gently. not to be outdone her other hand slid across her stomach to meet her already growing other nipple and pinched it too.

awake now, but filled with delicious langour, she began to pinch her nipples firmly and alternately as she started to move gently against her warm sheets. a faint stirring echoed her movements deep inside herself as she played but she was in no hurry today.

reaching down she rubbed gently at the skin above her button, refusing to force her lips open she teased them. playing with the space where they met and gently rubbing at the skin above her clitoris.

the faint stirring became faint quivers as her hips began to respond to her ministrations.

she began flicking her long fingernails against one of her nipples and slowly increased the pressure and speed and ‘sharpness’ of the flicks as she began to tap her button in time with the flicking.

her nether lips still stubbornly closed she caressed them and yet still refused to force them open. she loved to do this, tease herself for as long as possible until her body opened beneath her like a flower at dawn.

to encourage them a little she opened her hand and spanked herself directly on those sealed up labia and her button. spanked herself again and again as she panted and gasped and pinched her nipples as hard as she could with her nails.

she alternately pinched and spanked for a few minutes, long enough to have her groaning out loud but still not enough to flower her open.

she returned to gentleness for a few moments, tweaking her nipples gently and caressing the skin on the top of her clitoris firmly and temptingly.

once more she spanked herself, and twice and again and again until she lost count and then once more she stroked her lips and felt, beneath her questing finger, moisture trickling from them and down toward her anus. that place she rarely played with but so enjoyed when she did. unfortunately for today her nails were too long for that. not too long to pretend to be teeth on her nipples though, never too long for that!

with a deep groan of pleasure she followed the moisure trail back up as her body opened beneath her. she was sopping of course. fingers soaked instantly as she caressed her throbbing clit.

she extended three fingers of her other hand and held them firm as she flicked her nipples again and again, harder and faster as she began writhing on the bed. her right nipple was almost distended it was so swollen and hard, scraping flick of her nail sending delicious pleasurepainpleasure coursing through her only to meet deliciouslangourouspleasure coming the other way.

she cried out, heedless of her neighbours, enjoying the thin walls of her building as only a closet exhibitionist can and gasped for breath as her pelvis pumped and pumped and her body seemed like someone else was operating it.

her body tuned like a violin string lifted off the bed with her clit reaching for the ceiling as her body erupted into spasms and contractions and she groaned, one long and satisfied moan and her body slowly sank back into the deliciously warm sheets.

smiling evilly she popped a finger into her mouth to indulge in her own taste as she came out to the computer to write this. and now? she has to head back of course because she’s already quivering in the chair.

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not tonight dear…

September 19, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

it’s strange. i could write part three of pool hall right now and i think that it would kind of flow out of my fingers and yet somehow, i’m not feeling it. if i write it now it won’t actually work. i’m not horny enough or something.

okay that isn’t true, i’m plenty horny enough, horny enough that after i finish this i’ll head to bed for a nice relaxing orgasm before i pass out. i’ve been doing that more since i started reading sex blogs. i find that really interesting.

simply by exposing myself to horny blog posts and horny porn story blogs i’ve gotten hornier. i’ve in fact started rubbing myself off more often than i used to.

not to mention? my fantasy life is improving.

and now? now i’ve added a whole new dimension, i’ve started writing my own sex blog. i guess it was inevitable considering that i was reading them right? and holy shit.

this shit is cool. by it’s very existence this blog is making me hornier. shut up, i know that i’ve only had it for a couple of weeks.

but still in spite of the fact that no one has yet popped my comment cherry i’m still aroused just knowing this is here. i sit there at dinner at my best friend’s house and i imagine that someone stumbled by here and is panting and playing with their pink bits right then while i’m having dinner.

and then? of course, i get all wet and distracted and want to find a way to fondle my nipples while i’m devouring dinner.

yeah that doesn’t really work by the way. i’m considering getting some kind of tiny nipple clamps to deal with moments like those actually.

not sure that would help come to think of it.

this is so funny, a couple of years ago i was the least horny person i know… and now? even though i’m not really done this post? yeah… time for *wink* bed.

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pool hall… 2

September 18, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

part one

she bit her lip to distract herself from the moaning she wanted to do as she felt his hot mouth fasten on her nipple, he bathed it with his lips and tongue and teased it with his teeth before pulling back to blow gently on its now engorged stiffness.

she was literally sopping wet now and she couldn’t really believe just how fast this man had her panting and mindless against a wall. and in a public place no less! rational thought left the building as he left one hand splayed against the small of her back to press her more firmly against the now rock hard bulge in his pants and his other trailed down her spine and around to the front of her jeans.

she panted a little and arched more firmly against him as he slid his hand between then and rubbed her gently. she was quivering already, knees atremble and sweating at the base of her neck.

dropping her head she began nibbling and biting his neck and collarbone. teeth alternately nipping and nibbling before she too pulled back to blow gently. the cool air only served to arouse him more and he captured her mouth again in a long and ruthless kiss, their bodies grinding against each other before he dropped to his knees, both hands firmly on her ass and placed his mouth over the meeting of her legs.

she didn’t feel anything for a moment and then slowly as he left his mouth fastened there, his tongue pressed against the denim, she felt the moisture and heat of him creep into her skin. crying out, indifferent to who might hear she writhed a little, pressing her mons into his mouth as he moved his tongue against her and teased her with incredibly subtle sensations.

standing again, in one swift movement he again captured her mouth, their tongues thrusting as their hands frantically grabbed at each other’s pants. buttons popped and zippers dropped and he was faster than she as his hand splayed against her low belly and his middle finger teased her button through her sopping wet bodysuit.

shuddering she teetered on her feet, knees week and words failing her as little shocks began to creep through her body. she felt her back slam into the wall again but now it was the only thing holding her up. her breath was just gasps against his mouth now as he captured her small moans in his throat, fingers reaching beneath her bodysuit and stroking a moment before he thrust three of them into her waiting entrance.

he thrust, she shuddered, he thrust again, she shuddered again, and he played her as she rode his hand, his fingers rocking in and out as he repeatedly rubbed her with his thumb. her whole focus narrowed until all she could feel was his tongue and his hand and she lost any remaining ability to think as he drove her, ruthlessly, to a shuddering orgasm right there against the wall.

she screamed into his mouth as he held her there, quivering and shaking against him, his rock hard penis against her belly as she rode his rock hard thigh while his fingers twitched inside her.

aftershocks shuddered through her as he left his thumb there, not moving, just holding but his fingers moved and twitched and then he dropped his mouth to her breast again and *bit* her nipple. as he felt her clench his hand again he stopped moving said hand and concentrated only on her nipples.

tongue flickering madly as his teeth nibbled and bit he alternated between her two nipples as she moaned and rode his hand, his still hand that nonetheless was driving her to distraction. releasing her back he worked his other hand into her pants as well, dropping them lower and giving him room to work, as he switched hands, stroking her clit again with his new hand before inserting all four fingers deep inside her.

his original hand, sopping wet with her juices, worked it’s way around to her back and into her jeans before his finger found the crack of her fantastic ass. he teased it as she rode his hand, running his finger up and down and stopping for a moment each time at her anus. her tight and clenched anus.

finally as he stopped she gave him the sign he was waiting for, pressing her anus into his fingers and moaning.

delighted he took his sopping middle finger and jammed it into her ass at the same time as he thrust with his four fingers, rubbed with his thumb and bit and held her nipple. she groaned, deep in her throat like an animal as her body gushed and spasmed and she shuddered repeatedly against the wall. each shudder driving his middle finger further into her ass or pressing her engorged clitoris into his thumb.

slowly, ever so slowly, as her aftershocks subsided he slid his hands out of her. last to leave being the almost hand inside of her. slowly he slid his fingers out and brought them to his lips where he licked them gently, eyes fixed on her face as he did. he was pleased by her wide eyes and parted lips, by the flush in her cheeks and the wanton expression.

finally, as he released her he glanced down at his engorged penis, peeking out of his pants and forgotten in their rush to please her. following his gaze she began to smile wickedly…

[yup, more is coming :)]

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pool hall… 1

September 16, 2006 — badinfluencegirl

her back hit the wall hard enough to wrench a gasp from her lungs but she was way too far gone to notice. she had been hot for him since he walked up to her pool table and put down a marker, and she was pretty sure the feeling had already been mutual.

standing nonchalantly she had chalked her cue and waited while he racked the balls. with a smooth stroke she broke and scattered them everywhere. unfortunately none of them dropped and it was his turn.

she toyed with the string of the lace up bodysuit she was wearing with her skintight jeans while he surveyed the table. as he bent to shoot her breath caught in her throat. what a magnificent bottom, her fingers itched to squeeze it and leave fingernail furrows in it.

it had been a long time since she had reacted this easily to a man and she wondered where this evening would take her. he pocketed a ball and moved around the table again considering. she touched the very tip of her tongue to the corner of her lip and continued toying with the lace.

the lace that was hanging about an inch below her right nipple. he glanced at her and stopped a moment, mesmerized and it was his turn to catch his breath audibly. of course he missed and it was her turn.

she had her choice of shots, he had left her set up in several directions but she wandered a little anyway and gently nibbled her index finger as the ‘thought’ about what to do. mind made up she bent so that he was looking directly down the front of her bodysuit.

directly down the front of the truly evil bodysuit which only ever implied that she was about to fall out of it but never quite let her. his mouth opened on a soundless ooo as she took her time lining up the ball and getting her stance just right.

each time she moved even a little his eyes followed the edges of her shirt, the shirt that continued to hang just above her slowly stiffening nipples. eventually she made the shot and again wandered the table, this time twirling her hair a little and glancing over her shoulder at him.

there, just the thing, and she bent, presenting him with a perfect view of her bottom in all it’s skin tight denimed glory. she glanced behind her and saw him swallow visibly and sweat a little at his hairline.

she was relieved because she was desperately horny, the kind of horny that makes bad decisions, the kind that does pick up strangers in bars over a game of pool, the kind where that hot and chemically exploding man over there made you just want to drag him into an alley and fuck his brains out for about forty eight hours.

and not once would you feel the need to exchange names.

but she was getting ahead of herself.

his reaction has distracted her enough that she missed and he took his cue and began circling the table. bending over just in front of her he repositioned himself so that his thigh was brushing her leg, so she moved a little and rubbed their legs together. his breath sped a little and he twitched a little and somehow the ball went in the pocket. divine intervention most likely.

rounding the table he untucked his shirt to scratch his rib and flashed her some beautifully tanned abdominals and it was her turn to swallow audibly as her gaze fixed on his navel. she wasn’t sure she would hear a fire alarm right now she was so focussed on the beautiful stomach in front of her.

he released his shirt, not without a smile at her to tell her she was busted, and bent to shoot again. another ball dropped and he again rounded the table in her direction. as he walked by her he turned to face her back and slid across her body to get to his next shot.

she pressed herself back into him for a moment and swayed ever so slightly on her feet as he passed by to shoot. this time he missed, but she didn’t miss the growing bulge in his pants. taking the cue from him she lingered a moment, eyes raking his body and making no secret of the fact that they were wishing they had x-ray powers.

she slid her bottom past that bulge as she went to make a shot, bodysuit hanging dangerously low but never quite low enough. after pocketing the ball she paused a moment to discreetly tug a lace and then returned to shooting with her cleavage facing him.

this time the shirt gaped ever so slightly more and he was rewarded with the sight of her chest right to the edge of her aureola and a stiff nipple straining the fabric restraining it. when she stood from shooting he was there, behind her, and their bodies heaved for breath as they strained to touch each other more fully.

‘i wonder’ he drawled ‘what would happen if i tugged on this lace…?’

“did you want to find out?” she asked archly and settled her bottom against his straining erection.

‘absolutely’ he drawled and grabbed her hand to drag her in the direction of the back door … in the direction of but not to. he turned the corner leading to the back door and slammed her into said door. slammed her hard enough to wrench a gasp from her lips, a gasp he swallowed has he burned her lips with his.

a gasp that quickly turned to a moan as his hot lips trailed a path down her neck to her engorged nipple…

[part two arrives shortly]

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