Bedroom Closet

I wanted to be taken on Sun­day, S___ asked why, what had brought it up?  It was a dream from Sat­ur­day night.

S___ and I were at a friends, I have writ­ten about her before.  It was a night like many oth­ers, in many ways, except the ten­sion was high.  My friend and I had been flirt­ing, laugh­ing, touch­ing, teas­ing , doing it pur­pos­fully, not only because we wanted to but also because I knew it made S___ hard.  We had been all around the house, every­time S___ got me alone he would kiss me, touch me, ask me to do the same.  He would move my hand to his cock, tight against his jeans, and I would rub, squeeze, drop down and put my mouth against the bulge, then quickly get up and run away, laugh­ing.  He cor­nered me in the bath­room, took out his long hard cock and held me against it, I bent over the sink, rais­ing my skirt, slid­ing out of my panties, let­ting him slip in just a bit before turn­ing away and leav­ing him with a hard wet cock and my panties.  This went on a cou­ple more times, S___ becom­ing more and more frus­trated, me just egging him on and laughing.

Later in the evening our friend asked about a game I had left in the car.  I vol­un­teered to run out and get it.  As I bent over into the back seat I felt him behind me, one hand pushed my chest down to the seat, leav­ing my ass up , my pussy peek­ing out from under my skirt, while the other shoved my panties that I had left with him in my mouth.   “Its not nice to tease so hard.” S___ growled in my ear, as he bent over, lick­ing and kiss­ing the side and back of my neck.  He shoved me back down and I hear the famil­iar sound of his belt com­ing off, I try to move, but he is strong, and I am pinned, and ripe for the tak­ing.  S___ holds my arms behind my back, my chest and face still pressed against the seat as he dri­ves into me.  He is fuck­ing me there in the dri­ve­way, its dark and no one can see or hear, he is silent and I am gagged.  He pounds hard, push­ing me harder and harder into the seat.  Sud­denly he releases me, turns me around, and replaces the panties that were in my mouth with his cock, fuck­ing my face, hold­ing my head.  S___cums in my mouth, and pulls out just enough to leave a tiny bit on my face and throat.  He takes my panties and gen­tly wipes it off.  “I’ll keep these,” he says, slip­ping my panties into his pocket, “we should get back to the party.”  S___ helps me out of the car, smooths my hair, kisses me and walks me back to the front door.  He stops, pins me to the wall with a kiss and slips a fin­ger inside my still wet pussy, he sees me smile, hears me moan, and looks at me as if to say “I’ll fuck you when­ever I want”.  I ride his fin­ger, moan, pull him closer as he pinches my nip­ples, I am pant­ing when he walks away with the game and goes inside…

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