Turnaround Tease
written by:
Silk

Andy was not Mr. Right. Heck, he wasn't even Mr. Right-now. But he was an awful lot of fun to tease, and a pretty fine kisser, which is why he was invited for a movie and a drink and a little light cock-teasing. Not that I'd expressed it in exactly those terms, of course, but knowing that goes a long way towards explaining the visible cleavage, short skirt and thoroughly naked little pussy underneath. Something about a shaved pussy makes me feel so very naughty (whether or not the pussy in question is mine. Yum.).

Andy was quite average really, average looks, average intellect. He's nice enough, I suppose, but he had no quality that really shines, but he bought the wine and it seemed only fair to let him sneak in a kiss and a feel. He was pretty good at both of those.

The movie was utterly forgettable, and in pretty short order, we were smooching on the sofa. I think I'd underestimated his kissing, actually. He was damn good at it, nibbling my lower lip and teasing my tongue with his. He traced his thumb up my jaw line and sunk his fingers into my thick red hair. His other hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me in close to him. His mouth traced hot kisses down my neck to my shoulder blade.

Then I felt his hand, ever so discreetly, slide under my sweater. This was further than I'd allowed things to progress before, but his skin was cool against me, and he captured my mouth again, kissing and nibbling. I hardly noticed him unhook my bra, I think he'd had more practise than I'd given him credit for.

His palm was rough against my nipple, but not unpleasantly so, and his mouth moved back down my neck. He released my hair and deftly undid a button, then another, until my breasts felt cool air on them. I meant to protest, to stop things, but then that very, very talented mouth descended on my nipple, and one nimble hand insinuated its way up my thigh. The two sensations together took my breath quite away, and he sucked on my nipples and breasts while his fingers teased my aching clit.

I pulled back just a little.

"Hang on," I said, trying to catch my breath. ‘This is a little much. Can we slow down?"

He smiled, and pulled his hand out from under my skirt. He licked his fingers with a lazy grin.

"I won't do anything you don't want, you know that. But that is such a sweet little pussy, can't I just have a taste? I'll just make you feel good, there's no harm in that."

‘"I don't know," I said doubtfully, but my clit throbbed its opinion, and my nipples still tingled from his attentions.

"Come on, I won't do anything you don't say I can. I'll stop whenever you say."

He slid his hand up my thigh, tantalizingly close but just a little too far away. ‘What the hell,' I thought. ‘He's letting me be in control, and I like a gentleman who knows his place.'

"All right I said," and kissed him again. "But first, suck on my nipples some more. I like that."

He bent his head to my tits again, sucking a nibbling while his fingers rubbed my slippery pussy. I put my hand on the bulge of his pants, and he groaned as I rubbed him through the fabric. I undid the zipper and slid my hand inside. He was hard, and slippery with pre-cum. I stroked him and he thrust his fingers inside my tight little cunt in time to my strokes.

"I've just got to taste that pussy now," he rumbled, and slid down off the couch. He lifted my leg up onto his shoulder and licked his way up my thigh. I groaned as he got closer and then eased away, teasing me mercilessly.

He chuckled at my anticipation, then moved forward, flicking my clit with his tongue. He spread my pussy lips with his hand, and I was waiting for another finger inside me, but he just worked me with his mouth. It was fabulous, but I ached for that finger. Every time I arched my back towards it, he moved his hand just a little, until I finally growled with frustration.

"Something wrong?"

"Your finger," I said.

"Yes?"

"I want it!"

He chuckled and looked up at me with a wicked grin

"I'll only do what you want me to, remember? What do you want me to do with my finger? Hmmmm?" He teased me with it, nearly slipping inside, but then just giving my clit a little rub.

"Fuck me with it!" I said, and he thrust it deep inside me and started working on my clit with his tongue again. "More, fuck me with more!" I said, and he thrust in another, stretching me out and pumping me hard while he nibbled and sucked my clit until I thought I was going to explode.

But every time I came close to cumming he pulled back, slowed down, changed the rhythm so that the orgasm backed off. The third time it happened it was nearly painful.

"Oh please," I moaned. "Please?" He paused again.

"Please what?"

"Please do what you said, let me cum, dammit!"

He flicked my clit idly with a finger while another one rubbed against my g-spot.

"I didn't say I'd make you cum. I said I'd make you feel good. You feel good, don't you?" I shuddered as he lowered his mouth and sucked my clit, again, just to the edge but not over.

"Yes, I feel good! Please, make me cum!"

He sat back a little, and reached out to tweak a nipple.

"Well, the only thing about that is that I love to feel a woman cum on my cock. If you want me to make you cum, you'll have to let me feel it with my cock."

"What?" I was pretty much prepared to do anything at this point, he'd teased me past rational thought.

"I won't fuck you unless you tell me to, but I want to feel you cum on my cock." He thrust a finger deep in me again. "It'd feel good, wouldn't it? To cum on a nice hard cock? Wouldn't you like that?"

I had meant to be in control, and he said I still was. I wanted to cum so bad, and a cock would feel so good...

"Yes, okay. Just...please?"

He grinned.

"You want to warm it up a bit first?" he asked, and stood, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. He was still hard, but I took him in my mouth and sucked anyway, as he finger-fucked me.

"That'll do," he said, and dropped back down between my thighs.

His tongue flickered over my clit, and he fucked me with his fingers, rubbing my g-spot and pulling my pussy lips wide open. The orgasm built up like an explosion of hot steam, and as I started to cum he slid his hot cock into me. And then didn't move. I was shrieking in orgasm as he pressed on my clit with his thumb, and he just didn't move.

"Fuck me!" I screamed, and he laughed, and thrust into me hard. His balls slapped against my bare pussy and his thumb kept pressing on my clit. He was so thick and hot and hard, and I couldn't stop clenching and cumming.

"Fuck you're tight," he said. "Roll over, let's try some from behind."

I hated to let him loose, but I did, then turned over with my knees on the floor and my tits pressed to the sofa.

He bit my shoulder, and slid in again, strong and hard. He circled my asshole with his thumb, and slid it in when I groaned in response.

He was in me so deep and hard, and when he started to cum I felt the heat of it, like his cock grew at the last second. I came with him, clenched around that slippery pole like I'd never be able to let go.

We paused for breath, both panting and satisfied. He turned to me and grinned.

"That's what you get for being a tease," he said.