Dirty Me/Meet your pervy old man
From Create Your Own Story
You throw on a t-shirt and pair of jeans. Not like you need to look good for him. Not like he will care. Not like your clothes will stay on anyways. He may be sweet, but he is still a man.
Call him, and he assures you to he will be right over.
He shows up, and you two go back to his house.
"Here, I got something for you," he mentions.
He leads you into the bedroom and grabs something from the closet. In his hands he holds a pink, slightly see-through nightie.
"Go on, try it on," he almost cooes. He leaves the bedroom while I slip my clothes off, my bra, leaving only my panties, and the nightie.
He comes back in the room, clothes already gone, standing before you in his grey boxers.
You and him lay down in bed, you in your new pink, slightly see-through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and he in his grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across yours, the course hair tickling your smooth, shaved skin. Lifting your own leg, you place it over his, so that your legs are intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touch your cheek, puckering slightly, “mwah” sound forming as his lips suck in air while pressed against your cheek. His hands reaches over, pulling your face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each other’s deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flicker downwards, peeking at your exposed cleavage.
His face came in close to yours, lips brushing against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone; another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicks out, snakelike, and touches your lips before disappearing back into his mouth; out again, its pink surface running over your lips, tasting them. His lips come down on yours, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against yours. Kissing his bottom lip, you suck it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of it. Both of your lips press together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. You part your lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease you with his tongue.
Your tongues slip between each other’s lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probes your lips, starting outside, then entering your mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of your lip. Your tongue slips into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. You feel his teeth against your tongue, then push your tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.
Your tongues entwine, feeling the other. You touch the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of yours, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of your mouth. You continue exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, your tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around in acrobatic motions.
His tongue leaves your mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at your lower lip, he sucks it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses travel down, leaving your lips completely, to the labiodental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He pauses, kissing your chin. His tongue occasionally slips between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot your chin.
His mouth moves down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hits your neck. Lips puckered out, he kisses it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removes his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against your neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of your neck is sucked into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed the skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through you.
Moving up your neck with soft, light kisses, he reaches your earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath is heavy in my ear. You freeze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle builds between your legs, your pussy flushing, becoming wet. Your sensitive ears, when nibbled, drives you wild with lust, desire, pushing you beyond your limits.
Once you can move again, you run your fingers down his back, clawing it, hearing the gasp escape his throat as you come close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming you, running up and down your spine from his ear play, before you can explode.
As your hands run up and down his back, your tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moves back to your neck, down it, then leaves it. Your shoulders are showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.
His mouth, reaching the strap of your nightie, covers it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hits the end of your shoulder. He pulls it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it falls free of your shoulder, falling down your arm. His kisses make their way to the other shoulder, across your collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulls it until it falls off your shoulder, down the other arm.
No longer secure on your shoulders, the nightie falls slightly, held up by your positions on the bed, lying down, side by side. You can feel your nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of your chest, stopping short by the top swell of your breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalizes the senses with dangers of falling off, of fully exposing your breasts to his lust-filled eyes.
His mouth moves on, continuing its kisses, to your exposed chest, above my breasts. Your hands reach up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against you, as his kisses continue across your chest. You desire him to be closer, under your skin.
His hands move up, pulling your nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of your breasts, fabric tightening as it creeps slowly down the swell. First one nipple pops free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. Your nipples, now free, are exposed to his eyes. It is pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer has to stretch to fit over your breasts, until the bottom curve of your breasts can be seen, where they meet your rib cage, to finally bunch around your ribs, just below your breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.
His kisses moved down from your chest, to the top of your breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moves his head downward. His hands move up and outward, cupping the outside curve of your breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb leaves your nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple is grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand takes its place back on your breast. Each hand squeezes a breast as he kisses your stomach.
The nightie, now in the way, is pushed up. No longer needing it, you remove his hands from your breasts, pulling it over your body. At first, it hides away your breasts, then allows them to peek back out as it finishes traveling over them. Over your head it goes, your upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of your bare skin. Topless, he is able to view you completely unfettered. His hands return to your breasts, cupping fondling, playing.
Kisses continuing, they move down to your bellybutton. His tongue pokes out, between his teeth, and penetrates the slight hole in your stomach, tasting your sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, contacting the bottom, he continues slowly, deliciously, moving, exploring, tasting. His hands move away from your breasts, running along your sides, causing you to giggle as they tickle your sensitive sides, until they hit your waist.
Not stopping, his hands continue downward, hooking the edge of your panties, as if he does not want to break the connection with your skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that holds your panties together. Hooked, your panties follow his hands, moving downward, showing the top of your fur, then further down. Your pussy lips become visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by your legs. He continues pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over your feet to slip free from you.
As he moves back up your body, his hands go to your knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until your legs are spread before him. He then settles between your spread legs. His mouth comes down on top of your pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.
Hands moving around your waist, then slightly lower, they travel along your outer ass cheeks, towards the center crack, until each hand firmly holds a cheek. Your ass is pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moves down to your spread pussy. Lips are placed against erotic lips, exploring your labia majora with his kisses.
Your legs are bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapping around them as his tongue probes your pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrap around your legs until his hands rest just above your pubis. His fingers move downwards, coming into contact with the hood of your clit. They massage the hood, stimulating your clit. Mouth leaving your pussy, his other hand comes up, pointer and middle finger bring inserted inside; filling what has been emptied since his now absent tongue has been removed.
Fingers are worked inside you, pushed in all the way to the knuckles. They rub the inside of your vaginal canal, hitting your g-spot, located at the top of the canal, pushing up towards the belly. His other fingers continue to work your clit through its hood: pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they come into direct contact with your clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers work inside me, rubbing your g-spot, causing you to thrash as the tension builds within: rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. You burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria roll over you in your release.
Removing his fingers from your clit and pulling his fingers out of your pussy, he moves his head back between your legs. Tongue out, he licks your pussy, getting your labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around your labia minora, tasting your juices, until your pussy is absolutely dripping with his saliva and your salty nectar.
Now, you are thoroughly wet. He sits up, pulling your hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head is in place, against your pussy. Your legs are pulled up, your ass now slightly above the bed, as he spreads your legs. Your pussy is opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.
Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of your pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head is soon wet with your mixed juices, to be pushed inside your hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, your pussy swallows the whole of him, your groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside you. Your legs are lifted, placed over his shoulders, and he starts thrusting inside you.
Slow strokes, his penis is pulled out, until only the head remains inside you, barely, then his penis is pushed all the way pack in, your pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continues thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against your pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against your pussy, pull, push, stimulating you the whole way, ecstasy reverberating through you, pull, push, your body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips speed up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding you, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping your thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside you, almost to your cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.
He pauses, causing your mind to reel, to revolt with pleasure halted. His legs move outward, spreading, until his knees poke between the gap of your arched legs, balancing himself. Lying down on top of you, he wrapped his arms around your torso, hugging you to him, holding you tightly. With you in his arms, he sits up, pulling you up with him until his ass rests on his heels. You stay there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside you, spearing you. He shifts his head down, finding your nipples with his mouth, arms still holding you against him. Your hips start their own gyration.
You start moving your hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of your pussy, then sit on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. You again start moving your hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, you shift your hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until your hips move in small circles, his penis shifting around inside you, stimulating the front, back, sides, your entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside you. It feels wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating your clit, the bottom, pressing against your perineum, the sides, pressing your lips against your thighs, pushing your mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. You want him so badly. You want to climax again. Your breath quickens, lust overwhelming you, your hips moving faster with want, need, desire. Your hips, moving quickly, frantically, lose their rhythm in your passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times you manage to maintain your small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping out, your motions lose all control, your senses driven wild. You are an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until you collapse, until you are fulfilled. Sweat beads your brows, your legs getting sore from pounding your bodies together almost to the point of breaking, when it finally hits you. You climax again, your pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside you, as you shake in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through your body, bliss that bordered torture.
Once finished, calming enough to regain your senses, he picks you up, laying you down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kisses you, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, your cheeks, neck, breasts. Your upper body is showered in kisses while his hips remains motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of your pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. You bask in the feel of his lips all over your hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips start their movement.
Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gather speed, until your bodies are making lewd sounds, yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Your stomachs slap together, side against thigh: slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increase speed. His tongue goes motionless in your mouth, his entire being focuses on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they become quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Both of your breath comes in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he speeds up still more. Finally, he pushes in, quaking slightly, pulls out, then back in, and shudders again. His body shakes one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he can go, then jerks slightly, hot cum filling your pussy.
He lays there, hips between your thighs, penis inside you, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. You hold each other tight, locked in an embrace. You can feel his penis softening inside you, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kisses you and plays with your nipples a little as he softens, until, at last, his penis slips out, too soft to remain. A plunger pulled: with his manhood no longer inside, your pussy, lacking its plug. His cum leaks out of you, dripping down, to the bottom of your pussy, then lower, underneath, running down your perineum, down the crack of your ass.
Getting up, he goes to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he comes back, you pass, pulling you against him, kissing you and smiling shyly. His cum continues dripping down your leg. I go to the shower, turn it on, and wait for it to warm up as you feel his sticky cum leaking out of your pussy, dripping down you, leaving its slimy trail down your inner thigh.
You take hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting your arm around, you aim the spray at your ass. Your other hand snakes around your leg, running along the crack, then works its way inside. You run your fingers up and down your ass crack, across your anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering your anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.
Bringing the shower head around again, you spread your legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance of your pussy. Squatting slightly, and with the help of your fingers, you open the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside your pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside you, flushing me out, filling you up and trickling back out. It drips off your pussy lips, down your legs.
Once your pussy is nice and clean, you run water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down your legs. Washing away the excess cum that has leaked down, the slimy trails it has made while oozing down your leg.
Once you are nice and clean, you towel off, nice fluffy towel brushing against your pussy lips, your anus, your thighs, your legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, you slip back on your panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of your shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover your pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, you lift my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over your breasts, letting it fall about your waist, once again covering your breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see-through material. You snuggle against him; arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, you notice his deep breaths of sleep. With that, you turn over, a smile on your face, and go to sleep yourself, to dream your naughty dreams.
