Big Book of Smut (10 page)

We started kissing. Hard. Our tongues searched around one another as his strong grip massaged my bottom. It felt so good. And his hands were so big, oh my! He pushed me away from him so he could get a good look at me. I spread my arms. “Tah-dah!” I said. He laughed and we kissed again. He slid a hand up my shirt and started rubbing my tits. He pinched my already hard nipples between his fingers, and bent down to lick them. He took one of them in his mouth and suckled on it ever so softly. That’s one of the best feelings ever, let me tell you. I cried out, running my hands through his hair while he did that just like I had imagined. His tongue flicked back and forth over my nipple, sending a shiver down my spine. His other hand traced the inside of my thigh, and was slowly inching its way up toward my pussy.

I stopped him, and the look of disappointment on his face made me laugh. I thought that he thought I was laughing at him, because he bent down to scoop up the package. Nothing could have been further from the truth, and to prove it, I pulled down the front of my pink pajama pants with my thumb and let him see my shaved pussy. He went in to lick it, but I teased him, backing away until he was on all fours, begging like a dog to taste me in his mouth.

“Not here,” I said.

He stood up and I led him by the hand into the living room and sat him on the couch. I sat down beside him and began unbuckling his belt. He helped with that, and before I knew it, his brown shorts were around his ankles and his cock was swaying back and forth in the open air. It was big. Bigger than I expected, anyway. Usually guys with big muscles have small dicks, but not him. I gripped it in my hand and began stroking it. It was smooth. I positioned my lips over top of it and let a bit of my spit drip down onto the head, getting it nice and wet. It glistened in the light as I stroked it some more, getting it lubed up with my saliva.

“You wanna suck my cock?” he asked.

Damn, this guy was a talker. Fine by me, diary.

I didn’t say anything. Instead I just took him in my mouth and started sucking on his massive dick. It wouldn’t go too far back in my throat, it was so big. Usually I can deep throat like a pro, but not this time. I took it out, put his balls in my mouth, and worked on them for a bit instead.

“Suck that big dick,” he said. That kind of shit turns me on. I love the dirty talk.

I put his head back in my mouth, and then he placed his hands on the back of my head and started shoving it deeper into my mouth. Forcing it in. I cried out, and started gagging on his dick. My spit spilled out the sides of my mouth and ran down his cock and onto his balls. That was a first, and I liked it. I took it out of my mouth and looked at him with spit dripping down my chin, too. So hot. I positioned myself on the couch so that my knees were right beside him, and my ass was up in the air. Then I bent back over his throbbing dick and put it back in my mouth. Working the shaft with my hand while I did my best to keep up with him working his hips up and down. He was face fucking me sooo good. It was intense.

The next thing I know, one of his hands is pulling down the back of tight pink pajama bottoms. I felt the cool air against my ass, and began rubbing my pussy from behind. It was still so wet from the brief masturbation session I was having in my room when he showed up. His finger slid into me with ease. He worked it in and out while I worked his cock in and out of my mouth.

“God that feels good,” he said.

I moaned as he slid a second finger into me. Stretching out my pussy in preparation for his nice thick cock to slide into me.

I stopped sucking on him and stood up, taking off my top, while he unbuttoned his. My pants were next. He kept his boots on. I love it when that happens.

“You wanna fuck me now?” I teased.

“I want to fuck you so hard, baby,” he said.

God, I couldn’t wait to have this stud inside of me.

I got back on the couch and spread my legs as far as they would go, exposing all of my shaved cunt for him to see. Instead of shoving himself into me, though, he got down on his knees and started eating me out. Yes! What a dream come true.

He got his face in real deep, sticking his tongue inside of me. It must have tasted like bubble gum, because he went on like that for a good ten minutes. I came once. Not hard or anything, but enough to keep my pussy slick for him. He nibbled on my clit, sucked on it, too, and just made me feel so good. His hands reached up and caressed by titties while he worked on my pussy with his hot mouth.

“Fuck me,” I finally said. “Oh God, fuck me please.”

He looked up at me. My pussy juice was glistening on his chin as he smiled.

He stood up, and I grabbed hold of my pussy lips to spread them nice and wide for his dick. He spit on his hand, and massaged it over his cock. He must have known he would have a hard time getting it in me unless it was lubed up. He crouched down and began inching it inside me. I cried out.

“God you are so fucking tight,” he said.

“Yeah, you like that tight pussy,” I moaned.

“Fuck yeah.”

As it entered me, I looked down to see it only halfway in. It hurt a little bit, but not enough for me to want to stop fucking him. I closed my eyes and waited for him to get all of his dick inside my tight, pink, pussy. When he finally did, he held it there for a moment, letting both of us experience the pleasure. I’m sure it felt good against his head, which I would feel throbbing inside of me. I was surprised that he didn’t cum right then and there. Just whip it out and spooge all over my body. Nope, he was a champ.

As he began moving it in and out of me, I felt my pussy lips slide against his shaft. It felt so good that I almost came again, but I held back. After a minute or two of us moaning together, he started getting rough. He grabbed hold of my hips and began thrusting his cock inside of me nice and hard. He’d pull it out slow, then wham! Just jam it back in me as far as it would go.

“You like that big dick?” he asked.

“God I love it. Fuck me with that big cock,” I said.

I wasn’t lying, either. I did love it. He was such a...man. He released his grip on my hips and rubbed my tits. Grabbing and pulling at them, not too hard though. Hunger raged in his eyes as he smiled at me. I looked down to see his dick covered in my juicy cream. That’s what happens when you get fucked real good.

He pulled out of me all the way and I took the opportunity to change positions. I got up on the couch and stuck my ass into the air, swaying it back and forth like a flower. He licked his hand and worked some more spit over his dick, then he guided it into me. God it felt good. It always goes in deeper when you take it from behind. I didn’t think that was possible after getting fucked missionary style by him, but it happened. He spanked me a little, which felt great, and I pictured my ass cheeks getting red at his slaps. He grabbed my hips again and thrust his dick into my pussy harder, and harder, and harder. My ass slapped up against him, clapping against his skin. I screamed with delight as he fucked me. He reached around and took hold of my tits again, pinching my nipples. A little hard, but I could handle it.

I felt drops of his sweat dripping down onto my back. My own hair was soaked by now, and he took hold of it, bucking me like a fucking bronco. I tried to look down and see his dick going in and out of me, but all I got sight of was balls slapping against my clit. I reached down between my legs and cupped them in my hands. Rubbing them gently.

“Oh fuck,” he cried out. I guess he liked it.

His scrotum got tighter in my hands the more I massaged it. By this time my face was buried against the couch cushions. His dick went harder, faster, harder, faster. In and out of my tight pussy. I think I must have come twice. I could see a wet spot on the couch. Oops. Hopefully it would dry before my parents got home, I thought.

I managed to lean back with his dick inside me, and he wrapped an arm around my throat. Not choking me or anything, just holding me up with he shoved his dick in and out of me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said.

“Yeah? You wanna cum for me?” I asked.

“Yeah. I wanna cum all over you.”

“Cum on my tits,” I said.

He fucked me from behind for a little while longer, getting as much of my tight cunt as he could.

“Oh God,” he cried out.

I knew what that meant. He pulled out of me and I quickly jumped onto my back. I reached up and grabbed hold of his cock, feeling it in my hands. It was so fucking hard. God! I worked the shaft, watching his face. I love seeing a guys expression when he cums. I got up on my elbows and started sucking on it, tasting myself on his head while stroking him up and down.

“I’m gonna cum,” he screamed out.

I pushed his dick down so it was aimed at my titties, and felt his hot, warm cum shoot out all over them. There was so much of it! His cock pulsated in my hand as I continued to stroke it while he came. Some of it got on my fingers, but that was okay. I licked them off, tasting his sauce in my mouth. He laughed, watching his cum disappear down my throat. Then I rubbed it into my skin. My tits gleamed in the lights as his cum spread out all over them. He began to soften up, so I took one last gulp, sucking what was left out of him and letting it drip down my throat. I just wanted more, but sadly, there was none. Oh well!

When we were done, he put back on his clothes, and went back to the doorway and picked up the package that was on the floor. “Sign here,” he said, holding out a pen to me.

I laughed, still standing there naked. His cum was running down my chest still, and there was a bit of it on my chin. I scooped it up with a finger and ate it. He shivered with pleasure at seeing that, and smiled.

“See you later,” I said.

“Bye.”

I never even knew his name.

So needless to say, diary, what started out as a crappy day turned into a major fuckfest for me. After I got through with him, I took a shower and laid on my bed for an hour. Then I finished off the masturbation session I had started earlier with my brothers porn.

I’ll probably never, ever, see the delivery guy again, but that's okay. I’m sure he’ll have fond memories of me until the day he dies.

Until next time, diary...

K.

About the Author

You know those sexy books where the guy with muscles on top of muscles rescues the petite damsel in distress from impending doom?

Yeah…that’s not me.

I write hardcore, explicit smut that has one purpose and one purpose only: to get you off.

My eBooks feature lots of tight young girls, horny older guys, barely legal babysitters, taboo subjects, licking lesbians, and loads of pornographic action that will leave you in a hot mess on the floor by the time you’ve finished reading one. They’re short, to the point, and rest assure…there’s none of that nasty plot stuff to get in your way.

You want sex? I’ll give you sex.

And I won’t even ask you to cuddle afterward…promise.

Tessa slammed the desk drawer shut and locked it. It was time to head home. She stuffed some paperwork into her briefcase and snapped it shut as she headed to the door. “Looks like pizza and another night alone.” thought Tessa to herself as she made her way to the elevator.

Tessa enjoyed being busy with her career at the offices of Illusions, a major advertising firm, but it left her with little time for dating or relationships. She proudly embraced her Type A personality and enjoyed being competitive and always on the go, not being daunted by other women who seemed compelled to tell her it was time to settle down and start a family.

Tessa wasn’t the type to give up everything for someone else and had no desire for complicated relationships, she did however love sex and not getting any disturbed her, especially in the recent months. Her vibrator and imagination weren’t exactly failing her but not exactly satisfying her either. It got the job done and the tension was relieved but she needed more. Lately she craved a man and she craved a cock.

Tessa began brainstorming ways of getting laid without having to hire someone as she drove home. She considered the possibility of seducing an intern at work but she knew it was unwise to mix business and pleasure; it would only lead to unnecessary drama. She had no time or desire to search for a man online. Too many games to play and you never really knew what you were getting until you met in person. Mr. blonde hair, blue eyes that works out at the gym everyday could end up being Mr. light brown hair, blue contacts and works at the gym but never touches the equipment. As she pulled into the driveway, there sat the large orange truck of her Healthy Frozen Meals delivery guy. “What was his name?” she thought to herself as she parked the car.

Shane got out of the truck and made his rounds from freezer door to freezer door on the large truck gathering Tessa’s order. Tessa had been a loyal customer for over a year now, and she generally ordered the same items which made his job easier. The regular single serve, low calorie meals and frozen fruits seemed to be what she thrived on.

Shane wasn’t sure why she stuck to the low calorie meals because she sure didn’t need to worry about her figure. He scanned her sexy, toned legs sticking out of her slightly above the knee pencil skirt. He couldn’t resist a woman in a business skirt, black hose and black power heels. He immediately thought of bending her over a desk, pushing up her skirt to reveal a tight ass without panties and black garters to hold up those sexy thigh high stockings. He tried to shake the image as he felt a pang of desire in his pants. He didn’t want to scare Tessa off by delivering her food with a raging hard on and coming off as some sort of weirdo sexual predator.