Four Nights of Freedom: Night 01byMike Franklin©
Committed, monogamous relationships are hard for men; it's just not natural! We are hunters, conquerors – we were programmed to gird our loins, take up our spear and do battle! Ok, so maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But any man who hears the magic words and doesn't feel that rush of adrenaline is no longer truly a man. Those words: "Business trip." As in "Honey, the company is sending me on a business trip. I'll be gone all week."
Gentlemen, start your engines. Rig your sails. Throw out the first pitch. Do the ceremonial coin toss – whatever! Just so long as your loins are girded, and you are ready for the hunt. Because no matter how good your relationship, no matter how good the sex is at home, when a man hears 'business trip' there is only one thought that flashes in his brain – "Maybe I can get a little strange while she's gone."
And that is where I found myself, that Friday when LeAnne came home and told me that her company was sending her to New York for a buyer's convention and that she would be gone all week. She was leaving Sunday and as soon as her plane was in the air, I was on the phone – sharpening my spear, setting my traps with bait, girding my proverbial loins.
When I was in high school, I had assembled a group of girls that I could count on in a pinch. Whenever I needed a date (see laid) there was a list of girls that I could call on a moments notice and make some plans. Now a few years later, most of these girls were crossed off that list. A couple of them had kids (a couple of them had a couple of kids); a couple of them were married. One of them had even become a missionary – I guess she liked the position so much she made a career of it. But the one constant on that list was Brittany. The only girl that I had ever been with that had slept with more people than I had.
Not only was she as close to a sure thing as I still had available in my little black book, she was also the hottest. She had been a model as a teen, doing bathing suit and lingerie layouts for magazines and store flyers. Brittany was a small, petite little girl standing barely five foot tall with golden blonde hair, stunning blue eyes and surprisingly big tits for her small frame. She also had this great hour-glass figure and a sex drive the likes of which I hadn't encountered before or since.
It took me one call to locate her.
"Hello," she said in her husky little voice.
"Hey Brittany, bet you can't guess who this is."
I heard her chuckle softly. "And I bet you can't guess what I'm wearing. How are you Mike?"
"Well, I was doing good until I got the picture of you answering the phone naked in my head – now I'm doing fantastic. How about it, what are you wearing?" Brittany always ran around her house in next to nothing, if not nothing. More than once she had answered the door stark naked when I came to visit.
On the other end of the phone I heard Brittany taking a drink of something. "Bubbles and bathwater, baby. Now when are you and I going to get together again?"
"Actually," I said. "That's what I was calling about. I've got the place to myself for a few days and wondered if you would like to keep me company. I miss you!"
She laughed. "I'm sure you miss certain parts of me, baby. But no matter, what night shall I join you?"
"How about tomorrow, Monday. Do you want to do dinner? I can cook or we can go out."
Brittany laughed again and I heard her take another drink of whatever she was sipping, most likely a glass of expensive blush. "No need baby, you don't have to feed me to fuck me. I'll be there at eight."
I rang off, and my adrenaline surged. I was going to get my loins girded, expertly. Monday night couldn't come soon enough.
Eventually, of course, Monday night did come. I had everything set, a fire in the fireplace and some good wine chilling on the kitchen counter, when the door bell rang. I took one last look at myself in the hallway mirror and then opened the door. Standing there in front of me was someone who looked like she had stepped right out of the pages of Playboy.
Her blonde hair was long and hung down in curls, framing her beautiful face. Her eyes were deep blue, like the color of arctic water, and her lips were painted bright red. Brittany wore a white silk dress that fit her like a second skin and I was sure that the dress was all that she was wearing. Her nails were painted the same bright red that her lips were and she wore tall heels, what she used to refer to as 'fuck me' heels. I stood there holding the door, just staring at her.
Brittany took a drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke out the side of her mouth – I don't know how but she made even the act of smoking sexy. "Great house, are you going to invite me in or are we going on a tour of the landscaping?"
I stuttered and stammered and finally managed to get out of my own way and let her in. She sauntered in, swishing her hips seductively. As she passed I got a whiff of her perfume, it was something very feminine and very expensive. She started down the hall toward the kitchen and I shut the door and followed.
In the kitchen I poured us some wine and joined her in a smoke, me lighting up an Ashton Corona as we sipped our wine and caught up. It was mostly small talk, as it always was with Brittany. We enjoyed each others company for one reason; we were unbelievably compatible in the bedroom. She told me that she had done some modeling after high school and had actually spent two years in Japan doing shoots for some companies over there – I guess the Japanese are really into the whole blonde look and she made some great money while she was there. Then she had come back to the states, had missed home, and now she was stuck in an office doing accounting work for her fathers' health care business.
Brittany finished her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, then she tilted back her wine glass and drained the contents. She deftly slid the fine crystal back on the counter and then slid out of her dress in one smooth motion. One minute I was standing there, puffing on a good cigar, making small talk with this totally hot girl and the next she was standing in my kitchen totally naked. Unlike Clinton, I inhaled. The smoke from the cigar burned my lungs and caused me to cough and choke; Brittany just stood there, naked as the day she was born, with her hand on her hip and a smirk on her perfect lips.
"Gonna be ok?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Um, yeah. It's just that I wasn't expecting that."
She looked down at her body. "It's not like you haven't seen it before. I know it's been a couple of years but it's not like it changed that much. I didn't suddenly grow a penis or anything."
I laughed. "I know that I've seen you before, I guess I just wasn't prepared for how amazing your body is. Not that it wasn't before, you understand, it's just that..."
I was rambling. She shut me up. "Let's go fuck," Brittany said, turning and leading me up the stairs to my bed room. I quickly followed her, watching her ass sway from side to side as she ascended the stairs to my bedroom.
My bedroom is plush, the centerpiece being a huge king sized bed that felt like sleeping on air. The room was exquisitely decorated with paintings on the walls and antique furniture – none of which I had picked out of course. Brittany walked over to the bed and sprawled out of the fluffy down comforter.
"Great bed," she purred, staring at my crotch as I approached. You've heard of bedroom eyes, well the term was coined for her specifically. She hadn't even touched me and I could feel my cock starting to grow in my pants.
Brittany sat up on the bed and I stood before her as she took off my belt and unzipped my pants. I stepped out of them and pulled my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just my underwear. She looked my near naked body over and let out a little appreciative purr, licked her lips and then ran her hands over my muscular chest and shoulders.
She pushed herself up on her knees and put her hands around my neck, pulling me close to her mouth. Her lips were soft, like the pillows on my bed, and I found myself kissing her with gentle intensity. Brittany was shoving her tongue in my mouth, lapping at my tongue with a gentle flourish. Her hand was on my cock, rubbing it gently through the material of my shorts, teasing me to an even greater state of erection.
I started running my hands all over her body, feeling the familiar shape of her. Her breasts, perky. Her hips, slender. Her legs, smooth and strong. I put my hands on her ass and felt its perfect shape as I squeezed them and pulled her closer to me, pressing my cock against her. The smell of Brittany's perfume was intoxicating and I felt my head start to spin and I was starting to lose myself to the intensity of our lust.
Brittany broke our kiss and pulled my head down to her breasts. She is such a small girl, petite and little, that her full B cup looks huge on her. They are the most perfect pair of tits I have ever seen, perky and responsive, they are tipped with sensitive nipples surrounded by quarter size areolas. I put one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked gently, then did the same to the other. Her back arched at my suckling, and her hand pulled me in closer.
I kissed around her nipple, tasting the soft skin of her breasts as they heaved with each breath she took. My mouth was taking in her skin, licking it, suckling it and letting it fall back into place. I tugged and pulled at her with my lips and mouth and she gave me a little moan of pleasure and encouragement.
While I was sucking on her breasts, Brittany had worked her hand inside my boxers and now had my growing member in her hand. She squeezed it roughly, aggressively, as she had so many times before. Her soft hand worked up and down my cock, stroking me to my full nine inches.
Brittany pushed my head away from her and kissed her way down my body, stopping at my nipples to give them a hard suck on her way by. Down my chest she went, leaving a trail of red lipstick. She moved her legs behind her and lay on her stomach, her face in perfect alignment with my cock, which she now had exposed having pushed my underwear to the floor.
She liked things slow and performed as such on my cock, licking the full length of my shaft continuously until I begged her to put me in her mouth. Teasingly, she put the head of my dick in her mouth and then popped it back out, repeating the process until I thought I was going to explode in want and lust. Then at the perfect moment she pushed her lips down on me, taking half of me into her mouth. I let out a gasp of pleasure as I felt the warm wetness of her engulfing me and her tongue begin to gently massage the underside of me in quick, little strokes.
I don't know how long she blew me, probably no more than fifteen minutes but it was a lifetime of pleasure. Brittany used all the techniques that I remembered her using, and some that she had picked up since last we were together. She broke the coupling and looked up at me with those entrancing eyes.
"I want you inside me," she said breathlessly. "All the way inside me."
"Don't you want me to go down on you?" I asked.
"Not now, later," she said, seeming even more out of breath. "No need, I'm so wet already."
Who was I to argue? If this amazingly hot woman wanted me to fuck her then by god I was going to fuck her. I helped her onto her back and moved her up the bed until we were lying in the middle of the soft plush. I took a moment to admire her before I entered her, putting my cock at the entrance to her pussy and sliding in slowly. Even with as wet as she was, and with all the sexual experience this girl had, her pussy was still very tight.
Brittany worked her hips against mine and I slid deeper and deeper inside her. Her hands were on my back, pulling me into her and I started to fuck her with slow thrusts in and out. Brittany pulled her legs up, wrapping them around my waist and locking her ankles, the angle exposing more of her to me allowing me to penetrate her even deeper with each stroke.
It had never taken Brittany long to cum before and, like other things, that hadn't changed either. Her breathing increased and I felt her legs tighten around me, as she came she dug her fingernails into my back and scratched deeply into my skin. She let loose a loud chorus of moans, her orgasm seeming to stretch on forever.
Her orgasm subsided, Brittany laid back and let me take her how I wanted. My cock was buried all the way inside this little sexual goddess, her tight pussy stretched to take all that I had. I lifted her and put my hands beneath her, cupping her ass in both hands, pulling her to me with each thrust. My head bent, my mouth found her breasts and I licked and teased both of her nipples in turn. Her manicured hands were in my hair, pulling my head down, keeping me in place on her chest. I humped at her with an ever increasing urgency, feeling her body join with mine as her wetness flowed around me, encased me, pulled me deeper into her.
My mouth moved up and found hers, we kissed the kiss of lovers; long and deep and passionate. I slid my hands from beneath her and ran them down her thin, smooth thighs to her knees. Pulling her legs up and apart, I locked them over my elbows as I raised myself up off Brittany, supporting my weight on my hands.
From this position I had total access, total control. Her pussy opened to me and she put her hands on my shoulders, holding on tight as I began to fuck her with deep, powerful thrusts. Again and again I slid my entire member into her deep chasm, pausing with it deep inside her to push against the very back of her. Brittany began to cum and her body shook with pleasure. Her nails again dug into my skin and she threw her head back as she convulsed with orgasmic delight, great wails of pleasure spilling out of her pouty red lips.
My cock felt like it was on fire and I knew that if I didn't get out of this girl soon I was going to lose control. Reluctantly, I slid from inside her, feeling her pussy squeeze me on the way out as if begging me not to go. Moonlight spilled in through the sliding glass door and I sat there just admiring her in the soft light.
Brittany looked up at me, lust filling those deep blue eyes. "You are just as good as you ever were, baby. Now tell me what you want, you can do anything you want to me. Tonight I'm yours to take anyway that you want."
I planned on taking her in every way too, but right now I needed the storm that was brewing in my cock to subside. "Let me lick your pussy," I said, lying down on the bed beside her. "Straddle my face, use my tongue to get yourself off. This night is as much about giving you pleasure as it is me."
She smiled, liking my response very much. Brittany settled her knees on either side of my head and lowered herself onto my mouth. It was freshly shaved and smelled sweetly of her perfume and the musky scent of her pussy. I took a deep breath, savoring the smell of sex. Her pussy nestled onto my mouth and I could feel how smooth she was. My desire for her was riding an amazing crescendo and I began to eat her feverously.
My tongue darted in and out of her wet slit, tasting her juices as they dripped onto my lips. Brittany moved her hips, causing my licking to be directed just where she needed it too. I put my hands on her ass and ran them over her legs and calves, feeling their smooth skin under my fingers.
Brittany was pulling at my hair now, holding my head in place as she bucked her hips furiously, moving my tongue in and out of her hole, back and forth over her clit. She came with a scream, her hand holding me in place until she had finally caught her breath. When she came a flood of wetness escaped from inside her and I lay there lapping up the sweet taste of her as she recovered.
She pivoted, expertly moving her body until we were lying against each other – her lips on my cock and my face between her legs. Brittany took me into her mouth and began to do her best to deep throat me. Like I said, she's a little girl with a little mouth but she does wonders with it. I could hear her choking and gagging on my cock as she pushed it to the limits of her throat.
While she was working on my cock I continued to lick her, this time taking my time and enjoying all the delights to be found between her legs. I kissed the soft insides of her thighs, feeling her quiver each time my lips met her skin. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy, licking at her gooey wetness, tasting her. I moved my hands to her ass and spread her cheeks, revealing her small rosy hole to me. I licked that too, in long swirling motions that ended with my tongue pushing inside her, opening her ass to me.
Brittany slid her body off of mine and rolled on top of me, straddling my cock, placing it between her legs and impaling her petite body with it. In our past sexual encounters this had always been the best part, as Brittany was an expert at riding a cock. The girl knew her body, knew what she wanted, knew how to get it and how to please her partner in the process.
She began as she usually began, by riding me hard with long strokes that put me on the verge of falling out of her before she would slam her pussy down on my cock with all the force she could. Her hands were on my chest, nails digging into my skin, her head thrown back with pleasure. In only a few thrusts she was cuming again and she collapsed against my chest. I held her ass as she came and thrust inside her with quick movements helping to intensify and prolong her pleasure.
Once her latest orgasm subsided she rose off my chest but stayed close to me, her silky blonde hair falling into my face. I could feel it and smell its fragrance but I was otherwise blind. She began to fuck me hard and fast, her body moving with awesome speed. My hands held onto her ass for dear life as she brought me close to orgasm, backed off at just the right moment, then brought me to the brink again.
I laid there panting, my whole body tingling with anticipation and pleasure. Brittany slid herself off of my cock and looked down at me with a devilish grin on her face and wickedness in her eyes. She reached behind her and took my cock in her hand, when she lowered herself back onto me I penetrated her, but it wasn't her pussy I was in; I was inside her tight ass.
Brittany rolled her body back into a crouching position and she began to take my cock into her ass, slowly letting me penetrate deeper and deeper until I was all the way in. I was speechless, in total shock that a small little ass like that would stretch to accommodate my entire cock. Brittany began to ride me and I looked down, transfixed by the sight; my cock appearing and disappearing each time she went up and down.
Like everything else that had to do with sex, Brittany excelled at taking a cock in her ass. Once she was relaxed and fully open, she began to ride me hard, shoving my entire cock up inside her each time she descended on my pole. I put my hand between her legs and slid a finger insider her pussy, finger fucking her as she rode me.
Her breathing became shallow and she took a breast in each hand, pushing them together. Brittany slowed and tilted her head forward, causing her blonde locks to fall in golden pools on my stomach and chest. She came; I could feel it, like a tremor deep within the earth as it speeds toward the surface, her legs shook, her ass flexed, her pussy tightened and she exploded.
She came for what seemed like an hour, her body pressed against mine, shaking and quivering all over, loud cries of pleasure unceasingly coming from her mouth. Brittany lay against me for a long time, basking in the glow of a monumental orgasm.
"Holy shit, baby. I've never cum like that before." She said, her voice muffled by her hair. "I want you to cum, tell me how you want to cum. You can do anything you want, cum anywhere you want. Just tell me baby, my body is yours."