Plum Blossoms
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Susan is a nice girl with some very kinky fetishes she’s never dared try, but can’t forget. Her husband Dave has given his free rein in the past, but now keeps them controlled, if not forgotten. What will happen when they learn each other’s hidden kinks – and find out they’re complementary?
Warning to readers — this is fairly long (28,000 words), and the first section in what promises to be an even longer story — at least one more section this size, probably longer. I’ve outlined and started work on section two, so it should follow relatively soon — a few weeks at current production rates.
But this first section is a complete story arc, and — I hope — a good stopping place until then.
This is also the first story I’ve written in years — editing and posting my older stories here woke up the long-dormant writing bug. My previous work was all short, focused stories — writing a longer work was intended as a personal challenge. As was putting in lots of over-the-top sex without — I hope- overpowering the story.
The real-world elements and history are completely true, except when they’re not. Everything that looks like a real place, and everyone who sounds like a real person probably isn’t. And I fully exercised my right to change real things to make a better story — or just because I felt like it.
And — for the literal-minded — any name-calling, racial stereotypes, “school-girl” sex, etc are role-playing by a pair of adults well over the age of 18.
Given the length, and the difficulty of shoehorning it into just one category, this is being posted in “Novels and Novellas”. Though individual parts could have been posted under “Anal”, “Erotic Couplings”, “Exhibitionist when excited, they would open on their own to form a perfect deep-pink orchid shape surrounding her core.
Tonight, she was deeply aroused, amazingly wet, and the clean/musky smell of her readiness was apparent when I was still several feet away. Like the girls in the movie (still playing in the background), her pubic hair was 70’s style and unshaved — naturally sparse, but a wild tangle trying vainly to obscure my drooling target.
God, she tasted good! Clean, tangy, musky, and infinitely delicious. She moaned and tried to force her cunt further into my face as I worked, both hands behind my head to keep me from escaping. Not that I had any intention of doing so — if this was the only chance I ever had to eat her to my heart’s content I was determined to make the most of it.
But instead of pushing me away, she was writhing under my tongue, holding me close enough that I had to overcome her resistance when I pulled back far mersin escort enough to breathe. She only relented after I brought her to an explosive climax — she shuddered, whined loudly, and went limp as she rode it out.
I pulled myself to a sitting position to admire my work. She lay spread wantonly open, sweat beading the skin of her heaving chest, her modest-sized breasts capped with her far-from-modest-sized dark nipples, nipples that were still swollen, jutting proudly skyward. While her cunt was deep red, almost bruised, in color, her pubic hair matted and her upper thighs shining with a mixture of my saliva and — mostly — her own juices.
Except for a half-smile, she didn’t react when I pulled up my phone and took a picture. Not that I ever intended to share it, but I expected that even decades later I’d want to be able to remember every little detail. But that was for later. For now, Susan was still lost in the moment:
“Mistah Dave! You good! Suzy like! Do my pussy taste good? You ready for you brow job now?”
I pulled her up and kissed her, hard. Though she stiffened momentarily at the taste of her own juices, she didn’t pull away. We indulged in a brief tongue duel as I rubbed my face against hers; when I finally pulled back her face was nearly as glazed as my own.
“On your knees and suck me, bitch!”
I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed her to her knees beside it. She trembled, but obediently opened her mouth and leaned forward tentatively. I didn’t give her much chance to reconsider — as soon as I was in her mouth I held her head firmly in place. She gagged a bit as the head bumped the back of her mouth, but recovered and did her best to show me her skills.
Which, honestly, weren’t that good — she’d almost no experience, and had no idea about what worked for me and what didn’t. But she gamely tried, which made up for a lot. Watching my spit-slicked cock sliding into her mouth, and her lips pulling out and cheeks hollowing as I withdrew was immensely arousing, even if her idea of “sucking me” was just that — trying to bring me to a climax from shear suction. But she has always been a quick learner and followed my instructions (“lick it!”, “suck just the head, GENTLY!”, “lick up the shaft, from the base!”, “now see how deep you can take it in your mouth”) almost slavishly. She still wasn’t the best cock-sucker I’d ever bedded, but by the time I reluctantly pulled away from she’d improved dramatically.
“Time for the main event, you little slut.”
She shuddered a bit, then smiled knowingly.
“Now you fuck Suzy?”
“Yes, now I fuck Suzy.”
I positioned muğla escort her on the edge of the bed, on the side opposite the TV and facing it so that she could see the screen. Thank heavens for feature-length porn — it was still going on, and her doppelganger actress was in the same position as Susan was, being fucked from behind by a black GI. The camera zoomed in closely for a minute to show the color contrast as his dark shaft slid slowly in and out, then pulled back to a wider view as the pace picked up.
It had all of Susan’ attention for a moment, until I thrust into her. She gave a gasp as I hilted myself on the first try — she was amazingly wet — and responded enthusiastically as I began to drive myself in and out of her slippery sheath. She was tight as ever, but so heavily lubricated that I thought — I hoped — I could hold off long enough for her to come again.
“You like that, whore? You like bouncing your tits on stage, and fucking for money? Sucking cocks, and doing a half a dozen men a night short-time if you can’t get a long-time punter?”
She bucked strongly, but managed to reply:
“Yes! I like being cheap Chinese bitch-slut-whore!” Gasp. “I like dancing naked on stage, an’ sucking an’ fucking for money!” Several heaving gasps. “Fuck my whore cunt! Fill it with you spunk!”
She tried to say more, but it was incoherent — she was suddenly orgasming wildly, and I needed to both hands on her hips to keep from being bucked off. As she slowly folded forward onto the bed it only took a couple of strokes before I shot off to join her. I eased her over onto her back, then went to get a towel to put underneath her hips before collapsing beside her.
Gradually, we both regained our breath. I watched as several conflicting expressions — relaxation, satiation, excitement and embarrassment (she’d just realized that her cream pie was oozing down her thighs), chagrin, possible regret — crossed her face, but as she began to open her mouth I spoke:
“I have you for long-time, remember? Your ass belongs in my bed until tomorrow morning. And as soon as I recover all the way I intend to ride your nasty cunt again.”
She blinked. Her smile returned and her nipples, which had relaxed, began to swell once more.
“You like Suzy? You recommend Suzy to you fliends?”
“I’ll tell them Suzy is the hottest piece of ass in town.”
It didn’t take as long as I’d expected before I was ready for that second time. Susan — Suzy — started telling me all the things that I could do to her with her enthusiastic cooperation, as long as I paid her first. Even delivered in her comic-opera-fake accent, nevşehir escort they were hot — and I’d never realized what a filthy imagination my prudish, modest Susan had been hiding. I’d definitely not expected her to take my cock (still coated with her juices and my come!) into her mouth to suck me back to full hardness, before rolling onto her back with an urgent “Fuck meee!”.
She slowly spread her knees, to show me her oozing cunt, the dark-red swollen lips and mons accented by the stream of white oozing down the crack of her ass, or the thicker half-dried come coating her upper thighs. At the moment, she really did look like a cheap whore on payday. Without knowing it, she’d managed to hit some of my most deeply hidden kinks; I was excited enough — aroused enough — to treat her as just that.
And I did. This time, I didn’t pay much attention to pleasing her — I just mounted her like the cheap whore she pretended to be, and rode her hard and fast. I could feel and hear the come squelching around inside her, reducing the friction as I forced it back out. Even though it was my second time around, it was a good thing, too — I was immensely stimulated, and it would have been all too easy to come again within minutes.
She didn’t seem to mind. Even though I had her pinned to the bed, her hips were rising eagerly to meet me.
“Oh? You like that Suzy-girl? You like being my cheap Chinese cock-sleeve? You like fucking me after you’ve gone short-time with the rest of my squad? God, you’ll fuck anything, won’t you? You’re just a slutty chink whore, aren’t you?”
Her heels wrapped around my ass as she attempted to bounce us both off the bed.
“Yes! Suzy is just a cheap chink whore! Suzy loves to fuck, and suck for money! I’m your whore! I’ll do anything you say! Suzy loves you, Mister Dave!”
It was enough to push us both over the edge again. My orgasm (and Suzy’s — definitely “Suzy”, not “Susan” at the moment) were titanic. But I retained just enough awareness to note that in her excitement she’d lost the fake accent, and she sounded desperately sincere, not playful.
Somehow, I managed to stagger to the bathroom and bring back fresh washcloths and towels. Susan was definitely out of it, barely opening her eyes as I wiped her clean. By the time I finished my own wipe-down she was snoring. I couldn’t blame her — I was so tired that I just pitched the towels in the general direction of the hamper, spooned behind her, and dropped off as well.
Plum Blossoms — Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning still spooned behind my beautiful naked wife, with one hand cupping a small neat breast. I felt grateful, and amazed — who’d have thought that shy little Susan had it in her? I hoped she enjoyed herself as much as I thought she did — I’d love to repeat that sometime. In the meantime, I was content to just hold my sleeping wife and cherish the moment.
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