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Slice of Cheesecake #5: Vincent
by Ze Orange Yeah (luvbunneh@aol.com)
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I wanted Vince so bad, but always had to settle for
just his woman. But one night I got what I had always
wanted... such a pity he denied it. (MF, rom, nc, mast)
***
He was a guitarist for the band Unofficial. I had made
love to his girlfriend several times but was frustrated
by the fact that I wasn’t allowed to touch him. The
rules were that I could kiss, lick, fuck, and touch her
whenever he was around, but I could only touch him when
she was around, and even that was limited. I figured it
wasn’t quite fair due to the fact that she got her new
sexual experiences but didn’t get to do anything but
watch.
We were at a party one night and I kissed him...
Vince... Vincent, the sweet one. Gorgeous body, six
pack abs, cut groin, beautiful pecks. Me and him... we
had more in common than is even sane; we dig blues,
jazz, Led Zeppelin, he kisses just how I like. Lips
pressed hard against mine, bruising and hurting but
arousing and amusing.
I leaned back on the couch and slid my hands over my
denim clad thighs, feeling the pressure rising from one
side to the other. I pressed myself in the groin and
writhed while Vince watched. I began to rub my pussy
from outside my jeans, harder and hard until I felt
like I couldn’t bear it anymore, then I unzipped my
jeans and slid them down, kicking them across the
living room.
I pushed my hands down my panties, both of them, and
played with my clit while I fingered myself with the
other hand. Vince slid his hand down between his own
legs (he was naked... we had undressed him earlier to
put him in a dress and took pictures) and began to
stroke his cock. Then as I played with myself harder
and harder he reached over and put his own hand between
my thighs and began to finger me.
He stroked the outside of my pussy gently, feeling the
silky, hot lubrication coat his fingers. Then he slid
two fingers deep inside of me and began to make a "come
hither" motion with them, pulsing against my g-spot and
making me writhe with pleasure, all the while gyrating
his thumb on my clit. Then he dropped to the floor
between my thighs, pulled my panties down, and began to
lick and suck my pussy, all the while keeping his
fingers deep inside me, making me cum harder and
harder.
I remembered how vivid his dreams are, how he’ll
masturbate for you and talk dirty if you just lick his
ears and say something nasty so I smacked him and asked
him if he knew who I was. "Alisha..." he whispered
softly. I smacked him harder and asked again, "Who am
I?" and he sighed with a grin, his eyes wide open, his
cock hard and ready, "Alisha... Alisha... oh god,
you’re so sexy... god I want you..."
I pushed him down on the couch while I kissed his
nipples, sucked on them, licked them while he writhed,
groaning and tangling his hands in my hair. He
whispered things to me that only I could hear...
"You’re so sexy, y’know that? Oh god, you’re so
sexy..."
I loved it. How can I deny it? How does a woman NOT
love that sort of attention? Lips, tongues, hands,
hair... he pressed his body against mine and pulled me
as close as he could. Tears came to my eyes when I
thought about how angry she would be if she knew...
Vince... Vince... Vince... for once, Vince was mine. He
pressed his body against me, his hard, hard body,
lifted up my shirt and slid his hands over my back, my
shoulders, and my bum while my body pulsed against him.
I slid the shirt off, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and he
sucked my nipples hard, hard enough to make my pussy
goosh in ways I can’t even describe. He slid my panties
off, plain, white Hanes, and threw them over by the
stereo and then ran his hands over every inch of my
bare flesh. His teeth tested the skin of my throat
while I groaned and died of ecstasy.
He pulled me on top of him and tried to pull me up to
his face while he licked my thighs and pussy. He sucked
my clit and fingered deep inside of me, that secret
stop that so few could actually satisfy me with.
Then, I straddled his hips and he pressed my hot, wet
pussy against his engorged cock. God, he was so big, so
hot... I wanted nothing more than to have him inside of
me. I licked down his chest, sucking his nipples and
running my nails down his sides. I kissed his hips,
sucked his navel, and tongued his cock, then slid the
entire length of him into my mouth.
I sucked his dick hard, pulling him inside of my mouth,
then pulling away from him and running my hand along
his length while he whispered my name in the dark. I
licked his balls, then took them into my mouth, one at
a time, sucking on them softly, gently... careful not
to hurt them. Then I took him in my mouth again,
sucking him harder, urgently, needing to taste him on
my tongue.
He pulled me away from his cock and kissed me,
whispering, "Bathroom... lets go to the bathroom.
Please... come with me..." and pressing his cock
against my pussy. I wanted him so bad that I just moved
my hips forward and let him slide into me while his
hands held tight to my waist. He pulled me down onto
his cock again and again, impaling me on his dick and
pulsing deep inside me.
Vince thrust deeper and deeper into my wet pussy while
I moaned his name, over and over, until he made me cum,
one thumb on my clit and his other hand on my hip. He
came with me, leaning back and watching my body pulse
and shudder and whispered my name.
In the morning he asked me what had happened, told me
he remembered the blow job and licking my pussy, and
asked me to tell him what else had happened. I told
him, and he smiled, but was troubled. There was a bite
mark on his shoulder and several nail marks along his
hips and sides.
I guess when he went to his woman, Lyn, she got angry.
He told her he didn’t remember anything at all, and
other people told her that they thought he might have
been asleep. She was angry with me, understandably. I
told her everything that had gone on, from our drive to
the liquor store to get more booze and him asking me to
pull over and fuck him on a back road to the occasion
on the couch. There were a few things that I left out
to save her feelings, but I told the truth.
Tonight she screamed at him as they left a friend’s
house. Somehow, she’s still angry about that episode.
Wonder why?
END
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