Notorious Ch. 02

Our conversation turned to other things then, but my plan had been successful, and when we arrived at Paul's, he invited me in for coffee, saying, "If you still feel like a coffee I can make us one here."

"Yes," I said, "a coffee would really hit the spot."

I don't drink coffee, and I had no intention of drinking the coffee he was about to make for us. Maybe a sip or two, if I absolutely had to, but coffee was the last thing on my mind right now.

We walked to the kitchen and he began preparing the coffee. I had butterflies in my stomach, which is unusual for me in situations such as this, but with Paul being hot and cold and then hot again I was not sure what to expect.

While Paul had his back to me I stepped up behind him and pressed my body against him. I put my arms around him and ran my hands up from his thighs to his stomach, up to his chest and back down again. As I did this I stretched up and began to kiss and nibble his neck.

He let out a little moan as he tilted his head to the side giving me better access to his neck. His body softened and he pushed back against me slightly. As I ran my hand up his body I moved inwards to his inner thigh, and as I continued the upward motion I cupped his balls in my hand and gently squeezed a couple of times before moving upwards again, running my hand over his stiffening cock and finally back up his chest again.

I noticed his body tense a little as I cupped his balls and stroked his cock, and when I began to do the same thing with my other hand his whole body stiffened and he turned around to face me. Taking my wrists in his hands and holding them at his side.

"You're a great girl Lisa," he began, "and I think I'll regret this, but I can't do this with you."

"What do you mean," I said. "What can't you do?"

"This," he said. "This. I can't get involved with you."

"I don't understand," I said. "Why not?"

"It's not you Lisa," he said. "I'm just not in a place where I feel I can have a girlfriend."

"That's alright Paul," I said, smiling. "I don't want to be your girlfriend. I want to take you to bed."

"Oh god Lisa, I'm such a fool. I can't, I just can't," he said, as he pushed me away and turned back to the counter and started making coffee again.

"Look at me," I said. "I'm not asking for anything from you, I don't want a commitment, I don't care if you never even call me again. I want you tonight. I want to feel you inside me tonight."

He was silent for a long time, leaving that between us and then he said, "It's been too long. It's been years since I've even tried to take a woman to bed."

I could deal with a fear of commitment, especially since I wasn't looking for a commitment myself, but I wasn't sure what to do with a confidence problem, a confidence problem that had probably formed over years and years. I could think of nothing to do but keep trying. I stepped forward again and began stroking his stomach with one hand, and his crotch with the other. He was still firm, so no matter what he was telling me I knew his body wanted me.

"Please stop," he said, as he moved my hands to his side.

I stepped back, not quite sure what to do. He finished making the coffee.

"Come into the living room with me," he said, as he picked up the coffees.

I followed him into the other room, where he put the coffees on the coffee table, and sat in an armchair, pointedly avoiding the couch which was actually closer to the table. It was clear he didn't want me making any further advances. Equally clear was the bulge in his pants. As long as that was there I wasn't to give up. I took a sip of my coffee while I gathered my thoughts.

I walked away from him a couple of metres then turned to face him. I reached behind me and undid the knot in my vest. I let my arms fall to my side and shrugged my shoulders, causing my vest to slide down my arms and body and fall on the floor in front of me. I was standing before him with my breasts exposed, my chest heaving with my breathing and my nipples erect.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, "nothing at all."

I turned to the couch behind me and picked up a cushion. I walked toward him and dropped the cushion on the floor in front of him. I knelt in front of him and put my hands on his knees, pushing them apart. He resisted me and I couldn't open his legs. Instead I moved to the side of his legs and leaning across his lap I reached over and began to undo his pants.

He took my hands in his and placed them on the couch next to him. "Don't do this, Lisa," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

With one hand I began undoing his pants again. When he reached down to stop me, I took his wrist in my hand and held him back while I continued to undo his pants with my other hand. It took all of my strength to block him from stopping me, but I managed it. He was a lot stronger than I, and I knew that if he really wanted to, he could use his strength to stop me. He didn't though. He was at war with himself, and my show of force was enough to tip the balance in my favour.

Finally, I had his pants undone, and I pulled them down a little, giving myself better access to his cock. I could not get comfortable in this position and I again tried to open his legs. This time I applied all of my strength, as I had with his hands, and he reluctantly let me open them. I moved between his legs and removed his cock from his pants. He was almost fully erect now, and I knew that as much as he was resisting me, he wanted this.

As I moved my head towards his cock he put his hands on my shoulders and held me back. I took his wrists in my hands and wrestled them to his side. Again, it took all of my strength, but eventually he let me win the struggle. I held his wrists while I took the end of his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue all over the tip of his cock while I sucked gently.

I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth, and at the same time I could feel his body relaxing, the muscles in his arms softening. Once he was completely relaxed I tried to pull his pants down a little further, and he lifted his weight to help me. Since he was cooperating, I pulled him closer to the edge of the chair as well, making it more comfortable for me.

When I had his pants down far enough I cupped his balls in my hand and gently played with them as I continued to suck on the end of his cock. He began to squirm and rotate his hips so I began to slide my head up and down on his cock, sliding a little further down with each stroke. I would slowly slide my mouth down over his shaft, pressing my tongue against the base of it and squeezing it with my lips, letting the head rub against the roof of my mouth as it slid towards my throat. Then I would slowly slide my mouth back until just the head was inside. With just the head in my mouth I would swirl my tongue around the tip and suck while I squeezed with my lips.

His breathing became ragged as I continued to blow him. Sometimes he would stop breathing completely then suddenly gasp as he inhaled desperately. Occasionally he would push his hips up off the couch and I would let him plunge his cock deep into my throat when he did.

When the entire length of his cock was glistening with my saliva I began to stroke it rapidly with one hand, squeezing it tightly and sliding the head along my palm. I held his balls up with my other hand and began licking them all over, and finally I took them entirely into my mouth and sucked on them gently, while moving my head away, letting them slip out of my mouth with a popping sound.

I looked up at him and he had his head pushed back and was biting his lip. His lip had gone white where his teeth contacted it and I thought he might even draw blood. His nostrils flared with each breath that he took.

I continued to wank him until I thought he wouldn't be able to take any more. Then I took the head of his cock into my mouth again while I rapidly stroked the entire length of his shaft with my hand.

"I'm cumming!" he almost screamed, "I'm cumming!"

I just grunted and continued to wank and suck him. Within moments he began to shoot hot salty cum into my mouth. His orgasm was accompanied by one loud grunt after another, which seemed to be timed with each load he shot into my mouth. He seemed to have an endless supply and I had to swallow several times to get it all down. Just when I thought he was finished he shot two more jets of spunk into my mouth, which I swallowed hungrily.

When he was really finished I licked him clean and wiped my mouth and chin. I tried to pull his pants up, but he didn't seem to have the strength to lift himself, so I had to leave them where they were. I looked at him as I put my vest back on, and he had a look on his face that I simply cannot describe, something between blissful and stoned.

He didn't look like he was going to move for a while, in fact, he didn't look like he was going to be able to move for a long while, and so I walked over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Thanks for tonight baby," I said, "I had a really good time. Don't get up, I can find my own way out."

I began walking home, my apartment is only a ten or fifteen minute walk from Paul's, maybe a little longer in heels, but I needed the air. Giving head always makes me horny, and I had been flirting with men all night, so I was doubly horny now. The walk would do me good, and hopefully some of the heat between my legs would ease by the time I arrived home.

As I walked I thought about the evening's events. Overall, I felt it had been a success. I had wanted more from Paul, but had not anticipated his resistance being as strong as it was. In the end I had practically had to rape him, which was an arousing thought in itself. Still, reluctant or not, it was a good first step, and I could see his armour beginning to crack. Who knows, maybe he would even be encouraged to find a real girlfriend. Until he did though, I was sure that we would have a lot of opportunities for our own fun.