Margarita Time

You are feeling ornery, but you have only been teased so far. Your cub called you earlier and without fail made you cum in about two minutes even though you begged him not to. You knew it would drive you crazy all day. But he didn’t listen. Your day went well, business is picking up. But you just didn’t feel like going home. It was probably going to be stressful anyway.

You decided you’d go get a margarita from your favorite bartender. And of course, he had it waiting for you before you even sat at your table. He brought it over to you and started lightly flirting with you. You never realize he is hitting on you, but you severely enjoy his company. Before you realize it, and still naïve to his intent, you are wet again. “Damn, first J. on the phone, and now this.” You finish your first margarita quickly, and order a second. You drift into thoughts of J. taking care of you, how you wish he’d come home already. Before you know it there is a man standing over you handing you your margarita. Without looking up you reach to take it but he doesn’t let go. “Waiting long my cougar?” He asked in a deep sultry voice.

“OMFG!” You almost scream as you jump to your feet. You try to hold it back but you end up squeaking and your face turns bright red as you throw yourself at him. He kisses you passionately in a way that even you, as naïve as you are, cannot mistake as a 100% fuck me now kiss. His lips wide across your, his tongue deep inside your mouth. You’re wet instantly, and your only response between heavy breaths when you pull away is, “Let’s go.” He wastes no time in paying the bill as you down your second drink. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the back door of the restaurant, but stops before you make it to the exit. He glances around quickly and when he’s sure no one is looking, pulls you into the bathroom.

“What are you do---“ You stop when you realize that you are in a clean room,..it smells of perfumes, it is white everywhere. He’s in the ladies room. “What ARE you doing” You ask? He pulls you into a large stall and closes the door. He takes both your hands and puts them above your head outstretching your arms. “No baby, please don’t do this, not here.” You beg, but he takes one hand and slides it down into your panties and teases you as you melt in his hand. “But baaabe…” You stick your bottom lip out begging. He quickly places his lips around yours and suckles your lower lip into his mouth, running his tongue back and forth, tasting you. Flicking his finger up and down. You don’t beg for long.

Your knees get weak but he holds you up with his body pressed against yours. You kiss him long and passionately. You are dying to taste his cock, but he won’t let you slide to your knees. You don’t dare stick out your lip again. You simply ask, “Please?” And he fingers you harder for it. He blows gently on your lips and you cannot help but to slide your forward to kiss him. Your breathing gets heavier and starts to come in gasps as your moans can be heard well into the restaurant. You body buckles and your knees give out. He doesn’t let you slide to the floor. He holds your arms pinned to the wall above your head. His knee supports your body. The lack of control turns you on so much. “Look at me as you climax on me baby. Don’t you dare stop. Be a good girl, ride it out…all the way…..oh yeah, that’s my good dirty girl.” He whispers in your ear.

You gather all remaining strength and stand up, spreading your long 34” stems open just about shoulder width. He loosens his jeans and without hesitation his erection springs out. He slides his head along your slit gathering your own personal lube to help ease him inside you. He slides straight up until he is standing against you. You feel weak; you want to collapse into his body. It is amazing. He removes his hand from yours and grabs your hips as you both start to grind on each other.

Your body still pinned against the wall, the only control you’ve gained in the use of your arms. You wrap around his neck tightly pulling him in. Kissing him fully, you don’t let him go. Your tongue searches for his frantically. You suck, nibble, bite, and lick his tongue. He is so delicious. You don’t allow him to pull away, and he returns the favor to your body. You’re not going anywhere until your sweet juice is running down his balls. He can feel you standing up on your toes. He rolls his hips into you trying to get deeper, anticipating what’s coming. Your body tenses as your screams become louder, his moans echoing yours. You don’t care who hears you right now. The mix of tequila and the pure animalism of the act has taken you over.

“Where do you want it mama cougar?” He asks you. “Inside me my cub, give it to me inside me,” you say softly, almost lovingly. Your soft voice triggers his full explosion. “OOOohhhh, ooohhh mmy God, baby, you feel sooo good! You like that baby?” You feel his hot liquids squirt deep inside you, coating your cunt with his thick creamy seed. He looks deep into your eyes and you feel him pump four… five…. OMG YOU ARE CUMMING!!! Your sweet pussy grips and squeezes his dick for dear life. Pulling him in deeper than you thought was possible as you lose control of your body. You collapse on top of him. Holding your breath involuntarily, you gasp and sigh as your body twitches in unison with your sex. You lay on him weightless for minutes on end trying not to regain your strength, but just enjoying his for long moments as you both flex your groin muscles teasing playfully.

(Written by Him.)

Homecoming...(aka If Only)

You step off the commercial jet glad to have your land legs back for just a little while before you have to continue your trip. It’s been six very long months of waiting to get to someone you left the states not really knowing at all, to today when you know her deepest, darkest secrets, sharing intimacies she hasn’t shared in many years. One nearly missed meeting two years ago, a moment that created months of “if only” fantasies. If only you weren’t married, if only she invited you in, if only…and then a phone call. A kind phone call from a long distance friend to say hello again. To see if there was something you could do to mend the hurt – and her response, telling you to go away and never call back. What had you done, how could you fix it, and what could it possibly be?

A mistake, a simple mistake that once again placed you on a path to alter “if only.” If only had become when. ‘When I get there, baby,’ you would tell her when you could hear the uncertainty in her voice. ‘When I get there,’ you would tell her when you felt her hesitate and think just a little too long about what seemed to be an unending list of ‘if only’ obstacles. The ‘when I get there’ replaced all the ‘if only’s’ until they were no longer part of her vocabulary. She was intelligent, accomplished and knew where she had been in life. You wanted to show her where she was going, and if you didn’t figure it out soon you would be headed back to ‘if only.’

You saw her first, standing with her back to the thickly painted cinderblock wall of the airport terminal. You chuckled as you headed toward her. She was wearing a leopard print blouse with a snug, black knit skirt that hung to just above her knees and heeled black pumps. It was a private joke; Mama Cougar is here, is what the outfit said. At 21 years my senior, she was still having a hard time with the age difference. Her heart was telling her one thing, while her head argued public opinion. She still hadn’t seen you; you could see that she was nervous. Spending hundreds of hours with her on the phone, you truly didn’t know if she’d be here when you arrived. You had hoped she wouldn’t let you down.

Suddenly you realize her blue eyes are staring directly at you. Those are the eyes that you’ve seen every night before you’ve fallen asleep, her picture taped to the bunk over yours. She smiles at you, then looks down to the floor, takes a deep breath and waits for you watching nervously as you move toward her. She doesn’t know what to do, you think before you get to her – you’ll have to fix that immediately. Just a few more steps…standing toe to toe you look into her eyes, lean forward and kiss her. Softly, quickly before she can think about what is happening, she melts. As you pull away from her she says, “Hello, Love Muffin.” You smile as she grabs your hand and pulls you toward the outer doors. As she gets outside she turns and takes a longer look at you, smiling from ear to ear she says “I can’t believe you are really here. Are you still sure about this, sure about me?” You are.

You arrive at a dark blue Silverado. She unlocks the doors and climbs into the back, you get in behind her. You’d really like a shower, but there’s no time. A two-hour layover not including the 45 minutes of trying to get back into the airport through the security check. There’s too little time and too many things you want to do, to tell her, promises made that you don’t want to break. But she looks into your eyes and you know its okay. You don’t need to talk about anything. Six months of foreplay is more than enough. Even if you never see her again, today, in this very brief period of time she is yours. She has invited you into her. She unbuttons her blouse revealing a black lace bra underneath; you put your hands around her breasts bending your head to kiss the space between them, then moving upward to her neck, searching your way to her lips.

You know what you want, but you won’t last. She licks the gloss on her lips and reaches for your belt. Against your better judgment your mind is saying stop her, you aren’t in control yet, by you can’t. You don’t want her to stop. She opens the front of your pants and strokes her hands along your hardness. You’ve moved your hands to her ass, sliding them between her skirt and hose. You can feel the tiny lace thong that matches the bra, although you can’t see the color you know that it’s matching black. Her mouth still wet from kissing yours, moves to take your throbbing cock in her mouth. As her tongue licks around your shaft you can feel an explosion building when she pulls away from you. Pulling her skirt up to her hips she moves to sit facing you sliding your cock into the soft, warm wetness you’ve imagined for months. As she moves her hips up and down on your shaft you can’t stop the hot explosion from coming. She can feel you tighten and smiles, moving her lips to yours again, sucking on your tongue as you cum in her.

Not getting up she puts her arms around your neck, and her head on your shoulder and with tears in her eyes says “I’m glad you’re back home. Can I walk you back to your terminal?”

The Ride

It’s mid-afternoon on a sunny Maryland day. I’m wearing a very low cut top with no bra, a black miniskirt, a lacy pink thong and a pair of leather boots. The miniskirt has barely enough material to cover my round, smooth ass. I get on his bike, spreading my legs wide as I straddle him from behind. He’s been teasing me all day, doing what he knows makes me wet and ready for his thick, hard cock. Not to mention, every chance he gets he slides his hands back around and fingers my wet pussy just to make sure I’m still moist. He can feel me through my panties, his fingers linger just a little too long sometimes making me moan. I don’t want to be on the back of this bike, I want you now – I’m tired of waiting and even though the vibrations from the bike are driving me insane, it’s just not enough to finish the job. My stomach aches from wanting to come so badly for so long. You say you need me soaked if you’re going to get your way with me tonight. I don’t know what he’s up to, but if the foreplay keeps me this wet, I can’t wait to get what he’s planning.

We pull into a small bar with no windows in the middle of.....where the fuck are we? We've been driving for about 45 minutes and I’m so frustrated I can’t concentrate on anything except my burning need to have his thick cock pumping me hard and fast. Through the darkness of the bar, we can see three other people including the bartender. I am the only woman. The patrons looked to be decent, middle-aged men in casual business dress, two men just having a drink after work. One of them looks to be about 30 years old, blonde hair, a bit of razor stubble from his five o’clock shadow and a thin, wiry build, while the other one is dark haired, and looks like he used to be a football player in his younger days. It seems to be a quiet bar with Whitesnake’s “Still of the Night” coming through the Juke Box. He orders me a Perfect Margarita and says to make it a double. A double, that will probably make me pass out, but that may not be a bad thing with the frustration I’m feeling. Maybe a double will relieve me. He starts making conversation that does nothing to quell my desire for his mouth, his dick or his hands on my body.

He asks me, "What would you do to get fucked hard right now?"

“I would do ANYTHING!”

"Promise?"

I swear, yes, I promise."

He stands me up and places my boot on the footrest under the bar, bends my knee a bit to lift my miniskirt over my ass. He reaches around to put my clit through my thong. Only a tease – but it’s getting me closer to where I want to be.

The other two guys at the end of the bar and the bartender are staring, but I’m so horny I don’t care enough to make you stop. Just as I’m about to tell you how much I want you, your hand stops the tease and you say, pointing to the three men, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom. When I come back out I want to see you doing this with them.”

I think I need another drink...”Bartender, can you give me another one of these.” He tells me he’ll be back in about five minutes.

I down my double Perfect Margarita without any hesitation. Feeling a bit apprehensive and very horny, I invite the guys on over knowing they overheard the entire conversation. The first one to come over is the bartender; he pulls up my miniskirt and pushes me back against the bar. The other two guys come over; one has his hands rubbing on my ass, the other on my tits.

When you come out, I’m leaning my back against the bar with my legs spread open, all three men tugging my skirt up and taking turns massaging my clit. The bartender drives his fingers deep inside me sending me doubling over as I finally cum, as if on cue.

"Good girl," you say as you walk up to the three of us.

"Hey thanks, she's really good," the bartender says.

"This is nothing," I responded, "You should feel her suck cock."

That was all the dark haired guy needed to hear, he undid his pants and stood up. I look at you, unsure if you’re serious but I see in your eyes that you'll be there if I decide to use my safe word. I face the man and bend over at the hips to take him deep into my throat while the other one finger fucks my pussy. I am so wet that you can see it running down my leg even in the dimly lit bar. The man fingering me stands up and unzips. He is already hard and he shoves himself inside me. Mm…mmm..mm…I try to moan but every time he thrust inside me he pushes my throat deeper around the other man’s cock. Now this is a new twist to my fantasy.

You take my hand and put it on your cock as I start to jerk you off, sucking one man and fucking the other. The bartender isn’t far behind, undressing and then lying on his back. I get on top of him. The other three of you circle around as I take turns with my hands and mouth on your cocks making sure not to spend too much time on any one. All of the men’s moans are coming full circle like surround sound making me feel so good, so desired – like a sex goddess knowing that four men are being satisfied by my mouth, hands and pussy. The rotations continue and I make sure I’m tasting everything that comes near my face. Saliva and cum are dripping from my mouth and hands, between my legs is a combination of my cum and who knows who else’s.

I lay on my back and all four of you continue to rotate taking care of my every fantasy, my moans are stifled but my whole body is grinding with waves of ecstacy. I must have cum at least a dozen times. Suddenly I hear deep grunts and moans, I can’t tell who, but someone is cumming – the blonde man blows his load deep inside me making me cum all over him, then the dark haired guy lands his load on my tits and I start rubbing it into my skin, the bartender cums on my belly, his thick cum dribbling down to my pussy lips – finally you finish in my mouth, where I lick and suck until every last drop is sliding down my throat.

When I stand I have cum dripping from my lips, down my chin, lathered into my chest and sliding down the inside of my legs…

Suddenly you say, "You once told me that you wanted to feel it everywhere, every last inch of your body. Well?"

"Give me another margarita and then let’s do it again" is my only response.



(Written by him, rewritten in the first person by me with his permission.)