{Cason}

 

Of all the places I expected Keira to be right now, this is the least expected. What the heck is she doing here? I feel like I need to ask her right now, but I realize that there are other things I should take care of beforehand. I’m all drenched into champagne, and feel like I’ve pissed my panties. It’s a pool party and the stain on my swimwear would not be a problem since they’re supposed to be wet, but since I’m not planning to go anywhere near the water (because Dustin’s pool and I are not on the best of terms) this stain on my azure swimwear would just feel awkward.

But since Dustin is my best mate, I can feel free to borrow one of the bountiful swimwear collection of his.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbles, and looks more confused than ever.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, ignoring her concern.

“Dustin invited me.”

“He did?” I raise an eyebrow and I’m so curious to learn more about it. I’m feeling covetous that for some reason (as if the tons of girls he’s got around him aren’t enough to satisfy his inquiry) he’s got his eyes on Keira. I don’t want no other man (my friend included) having any sort of interest upon her. I feel like she’s mine, which is weird, because firstly, she’s not, and I treat her like trash. I mean, yeah, I don’t feel good about what I said to her last time she was in my office and she has all the rights to be mad at me and hate me for the rest of her life, but even I don’t understand what’s gotten into me and why I reacted like that.

“Well, obviously. Anyway, I was on my way out.” She explains.

“Really?” This catches me off guards. I mean, this party was just boring before she got here anyway. “But the party hasn’t yet started.”

“Well, I just realized this isn’t the kind of party I wanna attend.”

“And you realized that just now?”

She shrugs. I look at the mess that is my stomach, covered with champagne and sweat. I should probably take care of that. For some reason the feeling of champagne on my body right now isn’t really comforting.

“Let me help you with that.” She offers.

Well, I thought I had it all figured out, I’d have a shower and wear a clear pair of swimwear, but since she’s offering herself, I cannot help but smile.

“Come on, this way.” I lead her to the kitchen, which is surprisingly empty. I’m glad his household isn’t there to bother us. But when you’re in a pool party organized by Cason, everybody is outside. So that’s just normal.

“Let me find some tissues,” she tells me and starts looking around. The best thing she can come up with is kitchen paper, but I don’t mind. It’s not like I’m gonna complain about it, since now that she’s here the champagne doesn’t bother me anymore.

I’m sate on the kitchen counter, when she approaches and starts cleaning me off with the papers. I can tell she’s nervous being this near, touching me, feeling me. Her hands are shaking. She stops just for a second and looks at my abs. I cannot help but grin. She doesn’t notice, since her head is downward. She keeps rubbing me with the paper on all the wet places. Just knowing how dirty this thought sounds on my head makes me wanna fuck her right here on this kitchen.

When she thinks she’s finished and is about to draw her hand back, I grab it by the wrist. She looks at me disoriented. We stare at each other’s eyes for a very long moment until she makes up her mind to ruin the moment.

“You’re all good to go now.” She tells me regarding the mess she caused on my stomach.

“Well, what about my swimwear, I think I’m gonna need to get rid of them as well.” I smile. She blushes. “Come on, it’s not like you haven’t seen what’s underneath this clothing piece before, is it?”

“Well, you’re right it’s not. But that doesn’t mean that I want to see it again.”

“You know you want to. Your body is telling me so.” I tell her and place both her hands on my body. I keep holding them and moving synchronously over my abs, and then across my waist and down my abdomen. Her hands are on my underwear now and she trembles. Together we manage to clutch the clothing item and slowly rolling it down to the level of my ass. My hard turn-on wells out.

She looks at it and ponders. I bet she wants to taste it. Her body is acting not in accordance with her mind. She’s realizing she wants this. She wants me. She wants my cock. That’s why she’s looking at it and thinking of what she should do next.

At this point I don’t want to push her anymore. I think I did enough. She’s way deep into this now to want out.

And I think she’s made her mind up, when she grabs my swimwear and tries to get rid of them. I move my ass accordingly to get free of them. She lets go when they’re near my knees and I shakes my legs while they fall on the floor. Who needs them anyway?

Keira lowers her back and grabs the shaft. She looks at the tip as if she’s adoring it. Next thing I know, her lips are on my cock. I close my eyes and moan. This right here is divine. For so long I’ve been dreaming of her doing this. And it’s just as good as I thought it’d be. Oh, wait. It’s better.

She runs her tongue over the underside of the head, and then she goes lower. She licks one of my balls and then takes it on her mouth as she’s sucking on it. That is great. Meanwhile her free hand keeps rubbing my cook as she sticks her tongue out and runs it over the base. Her hand stops rubbing me and she holds my dick with both hands now and bends her head down taking my whole erection into her mouth. She goes as deep as she can, ignoring her gag reflex. Seeing how she’s so determined about it, I force her head upon my cock while I think I reach her throat. I would like to fuck her mouth and cum there. But I just want to get as much as I can out of her. I’ve been thinking about this for so long, and now that she’s down for it, I won’t just stop with fucking her mouth.

I want to taste her pussy. I want to rub her, make her cum for me, make her beg for me to shove my dick inside her. Yes, that is the real fantasy. When I stick my cock on her pussy and fuck the living daylights out of her, my obsession for her would be vanquished and I would be free of the torture that’s been holding me hostage.

I sweep my fingers through her net dress that is so easy to take off and she brings her arms up to get rid of it. I throw it away and untie her bikini. Her boobs are now free and enormous. I squeeze them with my hands and get myself off the counter. She gets on her knees as I slap her breasts with my cock. I would like to cum on her breasts at the end. Actually, I want to cum all over her pussy. I want to come on her mouth. I want to cum at every body part that belongs to her. I wish I’d reserved a room with her and fucked her as many times as I wanted until I got enough.

She gets on her feet now and I pick her nipple with my fingers very lightly. I bend my head down and suck on them as I clutch Keira on my hands and pick her up. I put her on the counter where I was prior and let her lie there. I divide her legs apart and now my head is moving toward the one part that makes me go crazy about her the most.

I stick my tongue out and lick it just once and then put two fingers inside her and rub her roughly. She moans.

“Tell me you like me now.” I order her. But even on this compulsive position, she’s not willing to collaborate. I keep moving my fingers in and out of her pussy mercilessly and she arches her head backward.

She moans loudly. “I like you, Cason. I fucking like you.” She screams.

I grin. “Good girl,” I tell her and keep going faster.

“Tell me to keep fingering you.” I ask. Somehow, I don’t want just to fuck her, I want her to beg for it. And I’ll make her beg.

I don’t hear a thing from her. Somehow I start to slow my fingers up and keep waiting. When she sees that if I don’t hear what I want to, I’ll stop in spur of moment providing this pleasure to her, she screams. “Keep doing it, Cason.”

“Do what?” I ask, but don’t speed up just yet.

“Keep fucking me with your fingers.”

I comply. After all, it’s not like I don’t want to do this to her. Boy, I love to. But having her beg for it, just makes it more exciting and turns me on.

She’s screaming when she’s on the edge and about to cum. I’m fucking her with my fingers and rubbing my cock with the other hand.

“Don’t stop Cason, I’m fucking coming.” She tells me.

It’s not like I’m planning to stop fucking her with my fingers, but I want her to beg for it. “Is this how you ask, Keira?”

“Please, Cason, keep fucking me.” She tells me and I go as fast as it gets. I really think I’m gonna need a hand massage later, because of the exhaustion she’s putting me through. God, she’s better than I thought, and at the end of this we’re all gonna be worn-out.

I watch her as she explodes into a thousand pieces. She’s trying to find salvation from this torturing pleasure but there’s nowhere to escape to. She’s placed one leg of hers around my shoulders and has wrapped me on it. I’m fucking wrapped up to this woman and I love it. I’m wrapped up around her pussy and it’s the best thing in the world. Where it goes like this, you’d never want to get unwrapped.

I slightly draw my wet fingers back. I gently run my palm over the length of her thigh and stand up. I stroke my cock twice and I see that I’m as hard as it gets for her. My cock is begging me with torture and pleasure to get inside her.

“Now tell me, Keira. Tell me that you want my cock inside your pussy. That you want me to fuck you as hard as it gets.”

“Fuck me, Cason,” she howls, desperately. “Fuck me hard and shove you cock inside my wet pussy. Do it, please.”

That’s my girl now. That’s how I like it. Begging. Desperate for torturing pleasure. My crotch is magnetized against hers. I’m just so ready to fuck her now, on this very counter. I hold one of her legs while she keeps herself balanced with the other foot supported on the floor. I cup her breast and squeeze it tight. My cock pocks at her clit. I stroke her with my cock and make her crazy for it.

“So, tell me now, how do you like my cock?” I grab my cock and make jerking moves around her clit. I won’t go in until she tells me to.

“I love your cock, Cason. I like it inside of me.”

The glorious moment has come. This time around I won’t let her escape. I put the condom, I’ve left prior nearby the counter, over my cock and I’m ready for it. As my head slides inside her pussy, the feeling is indescribable. You know the feeling when you’ve dreamed about something so much and when it comes true, you cannot believe that it’s finally here? Well, it’s better than that. What I’m feeling is incomparable to anything. Being inside Keira is one of the most amazing things that has ever happened to me.

I’m pumping in and out of her, and each time I go in harder, and she moans…louder and louder. I swear that’s how she did it in my fantasies. I make her scream with pleasure.

We keep going on like that and forget that there’s a party occurring on the other part of the house. We don’t give a fuck about it. We just screw each other like the world depends on it.

I’m fucking her pussy harder and I’m sweating. It’s hot. She’s hot. The temperature’s hot. Fucking her is hot.

I don’t think I can hold so much hotness anymore and I’m about to cum. I take the condom off and keep whacking off near her clit. Keira surprises me, getting off the counter and into her knees. My cock is across her perfect boobs. It’s as if she read my mind. Jets of cum splash all around her boobs as I’m groaning her name. “You’re. So. Fucking. Hot. Keira.”

I stroke my cock against her boobs and final jets of cum string along her.

She’s perfect. She looks so amazing drenched into my cum.

“That was great.” I groan after I’m done. It really was. And I’m hoping my obsession with her would be done for. “I’m gonna take a shower.” I proceed. “Care to join?”

“Um, I don’t think so. She looks at the mess on her boobs and says, “I mean, I want to. But I think I’d prefer the comfort of my home for that.”

“As you wish.” I tell her. I really don’t mind now that I think I’ll be immune to her enchantment. I fucked my obsession out of her. Now I’m free.  She can do whatever she wants with herself and her life, while I’m going to proceed with mine. I look at her while she cleans herself with kitchen paper and grabs her clothes. I grab my swimwear and head to the shower.