Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Liz sat back against the cushioned chair in the corner of her bedroom and closed her eyes. The soft cushions and the darkness made her feel safe. She didn't have to worry about anyone but her boyfriend seeing her half dressed. It was her birthday, and she was going to celebrate in her own way. She had been planning this for weeks. She was going to play a little game with her boyfriend, and she was going to win. "I'm going to pretend that I'm asleep," Liz said, "and you can play with me all you want. In the morning I'll pretend I didn't notice, and you can do it again with my panties off.
Vin smiled. "My girl." He reached between her legs and stroked her pussy, his fingers trailing along her wet crack until he found her clit. He flicked his fingers along her slit, and she felt her pussy open like a flower. He continued to tease her with light touches, and she could feel herself getting wetter for him. She moaned and closed her eyes, letting her head fall backwards as her body responded. Her tits bounced back with her as her nipples hardened, and her pussy juice dripped to the bed. "This is gonna be good," Liz thought to herself. "I can feel it." She knew what would happen if she gave into temptation: Cumming without control, losing track of time... 'bad girl' stuff. She was determined to control her orgasm, and she succeeded. It was powerful, but she managed to keep her eyes closed and savour the moment. She felt wonderful, and she looked forward to the night with excitement. "My turn," Vin said, and he took her hand. He guided her into a sitting position, and she felt her panties pulled down to below her knees. He pushed her skirt up and exposed her to the cool air. "Beautiful," he said, gazing at her, "you know I love you in these. They make you look so sexy. You should wear them more often..." His voice trailed away when he saw how turned on she got from being told what to do. Her eyes beamed back at him full of fire, and she felt her pussy become more and more wet. "Do you want me to put my cock inside you?" he asked quietly, Liz nodded eagerly. Vins hands were big and strong; they could easily pin her if needed. "No, not yet. I want to feel your skin under my hands before I put it inside you, baby." he said with a smile on his face. He moved behind her and pressed his palms together above her shoulders. Then he rubbed his thumbs across her tender skinned neck while running his index finger around her mouth and down her chin. He kissed her gently, and she felt goosebumps all over her skin. His thumbs traced a path down her spine, and she felt every feather-light touch. When his hand reached her ass she felt him squeeze firmly. She gasped in response and pushed her thighs together. "That's my girl," Vin whispered softly. Then he pulled her gently towards him until she was sitting on his lap. He put one hand around her neck and twirled a lock of her hair with his other. He tilted her chin upward with a thumb so that their eyes met, hers wide with anticipation. Then abruptly with a smile he shoved her down on all fours. She squeaked with excitement at the surprise of being thrown around. She liked it. When someone controlled her movements, she became very submissive. Till now she had been the one in control, setting the pace and deciding when to stop. Now someone else was in charge, and she loved it. The feeling was exhilarating, and she was ready to give in. She raised her hips for him and gave them a playful wiggle. He stroked his dick and preparedhimself mentally for fucking this little slut. He was hard as a rock and ready to go, so he grabbed the end of her hair and thrust his hips, jamming his cock inside her pussy fully. She felt hot and dirty, and she loved it. She groaned loudly, pushing herself backward onto his throbbing member which was ploughing deeper into her by the second. She felt every inch of it inside her, and she cried out with each deep penetration. She felt so naughty, so tight, so fucking horny, and she loved it. Her ass bounced back and forth, her pussy juice dripping on the bed. With each thrust she felt like screaming, like crying, like maybe even dying. But she didn't. All she could manage to do was moan in broken pieces, split by the force of his hips slamming into hers.