Archive-name: Grace

From: afgun@engin.umich.edu (Andrew F. Gunnesch)

Subject: Anonymous story: grace, parts I-III

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GRACE: I By Double Ampersand

I knew I had to get this woman. And I knew it had to be soon. I would probably never be in a strange city without Rita my wife, with a hotel room all to myself, and hours to kill in the night, and a aching cock thirsty for cunt juice, for a long time.

There was only one thing to do. She was talking to a director of the company and I could see that the director could barely keep his mind on what they were discussing. Every now and then his eyes would move to her breasts or the long legs encased in silk. I took a risk of upsetting the man by going upto them , she seemed relieved to be rescued from the boring pointless conversation he was carrying on between peeks at her cleavage. We got into a deep conversation about federal taxes on construction. The director wandered off as his ignorance began to embarass him.

She looked me in the eyes and said "A bit uncomfortable are we ?"

She was now looking at my erection that was driving me crazy. I saw her eyes widen and her nipples tighten under her black blouse. I thought there was no point in pretending. I asked her to my room for a drink, and offered to throw in some old style rock as an enticement. She smiled and told me to get her coat for her. I avoided touching her or coming close to her as we sat in the cab I called, and only made some small talk along the way. I thought about the musky smell that she would reek of when I would get her panties out of the way. The bush of dark hair that would beg to be parted to show me her ruby flower lips that would beg to be rubbed and squeezed and spread and fucked till they swelled and grabbed at my cock.

She came back into the room, she had loosened her hair and it now fell around her shoulders. By now the alcohol had done its work on her and her masturbation had left her relaxed. I invited her to sit in my lap. I told her it was her it was her proper place as she was higher up in the scheme of things. She laughed and I smelt breath freshener mixed with chianti pour out of her mouth. I put my arms around her and held her breasts through her blouse. I have big hands and she was around 35 C and her tits fit easily into my hands as I softly squeezed. She would stop in the middle of a sentence and jerk as my hands massaged her breasts in slow sweeps from the base to the nipples. I fingered her right nipple while I squeezed and kneaded her left breast . I rolled it between my thimb and forefinger through her blouse. She had stopped talking and her eyes were half closed, her mouth half open and twitching. I bent down and kissed her throat, licking her from chin to sternum, spreading saliva all over her neck, I licked her till she began moaning and her nostrils flared. I licked her left earlobe and nibbled and sucked it, tickling and wetting the light golden hair that grew there, breathing into her ear and stroking into her ear with my tongue. I was holding her now hard with my left hand, while with my right I drove between her legs and rubbed and massaged her thighs above her stockings. She clamped her legs against my hand resisting my caresses. I began to rub harder and whispered in her ear "Bitch, Im going to fuck you anyway, whether you let me or not, Im going to spread your thighs and fuck you like the bitch you are, so stop fighting and spread your legs for me, spread your legs for me bitch, spread your cunt lips for your lover, baby" I was now beyond control and my hands spoke to her body like twins do when no one was watching. She moaned as if her will was being torn away from her and her legs spread as if hypnotized. I moved my hand between her legs and felt her cunt through sodden panties. I slipped my forefinger along the valley of her slit and began to rub in circles, she began to jerk involuntarily and thrust her hips in time with my stroking, as she tried to rub her clitoris against my forefinger. The smell of her wet, panting cunt filled the room. She grabbed my head with her hands and kissed me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth as she shuddered and thrust continously against my hand, moaning into my mouth, as she slid her wet tongue over mine and stroked it.

GRACE: II : Double Ampersand.

I carried her unresisting to the bedroom, laid her out on the bed, lifted her skirt and started caressing her soft thighs, pinching her with light fingers all over her silk covered legs, before returning my attention to her swollen lips now almost sticking to the clinging black silk of her panties, and kissing her again, parting her lips and sliding again into her mouth.

Grace was kissing me with a desperation I could feel in the grip of her thighs over my hand, I could feel it in the moans that escaped her, and in the musky warm wetness between my fingers.

She was sucking now, on my tongue, dragging it deep into her mouth. I stroked the underside of her tongue with the tip of mine. Rapid flicks, slow wallowing in the hot slick pool at the floor of her mouth. I stroked the back of her neck with my other hand.

I broke away from her, our lips parting wetly. Her mouth was still half open, her eyes closed tightly, licking her lips in sensous caresses, as she bucked against my hand.

With my free hand I covered her mouth and planted my knee between her legs, her thighs opening at the shock, letting my hand go free. She pushed against me frantically, her eyes now bulging, biting the palm of my hand that covered her mouth.

I slapped her. She screamed. I slapped her again. Harder this time, my fingers leaving red marks over her cheek. Tears were streaming now from her eyes. I grabbed both her arms in my hand and pulled them over her head, tying them to the bedpost nearest to us with the shoulder cord that I tore from the purse she had brought along.

Fear was in her eyes. The mascara had begun to mess up and run in bluish green rivulets down her face. I wiped her tears away with my handkerchief. She strained against the cord, and I watched it cut into her skin, around her wrists. She had begun to cry again, her wracking sobs becoming louder. I lifted my hand high and brought it down on her thigh, the sound muted by the smooth silk. She jerked and went rigid, her breath rapid and ragged. The sobs turned into whimpering.

I left her on the bed and searched in my room for something to tie her with. There was nothing in that room that I could use. So I jerked out the phone cords. I could do without the phone for a while. I pushed her knees back up till her feet were flat on the bed and passed the cords under her knees and tieing them to the side of the bed, making sure she was spread wide open. I could smell her cunt, wet from the frantic petting we had done. The heat from her body was so intense. I knelt between her legs and bent down. She stiffened. I smelt the hot essence boiling out of her. I passed my hands under her ass and squeezed those soft globes, raising her to my lips. She was squirming and trying to get away from me. I tore the panties from her body, ripping it with my right hand, pulling it up towards her head so that the crotch dragged into her cunt lips till I saw them bulge out on both sides and she sobbed aloud. I brought the torn panties up to her face. She tried to turn her head away. I held my hand over her mouth forcing her to smell the wet crotch.

Her cunt was covered with thick black hair, half-way up her navel. She had hair past her cunt, around her asshole. Her bush was parted neatly at the middle, too neatly for it to be natural. The bitch combed there too !

I climbed back onto my knees. Bending over her I began to unbutton her blouse. Her bra was lacy and very light, her nipples were hard I could feel through it.

Her eyes had a fixed look now. She no longer resisted, but laid back passive.

I was surprised to see she didnt shave her armpits. Hair grew there just like between her legs, wild and black. I undid the fasteners at the back. I let her breasts fall free, her bra still around her, hanging by the straps.

Her nipples were hard. I bent down over her, and kissed her nipples. Running my tongue around the aureoles in ever-narrowing circles, till I came to the hard little erasers. I flicked my tongue on them like vibrators do, better than any vibrator, warm, wet, and sticky. I sucked them. Till they doubled in size and she shuddered each time I sucked. I took them between my teeth and nibbled on them, tongue-lashing them till she lifted her ass of the bed and began pumping her hips, moaning.

I opened her purse and took out her hair-brush. I hit her exposed ass cheeks with the brush, leaving hundreds of tiny red marks on her creamy skin, her tears running again, I hit harder, alternating between her firm buttocks. Her lower legs jerked each time the blows landed. I slipped a finger along her moist crack, sliding in the juice she was pouring out, caressing her swelling clit, as the brush kissed her ass. She was moaning again, her mouth wide open, tongue stretched out searching the air. I slid a finger into her honey pot. She raised her ass meeting the blows, stiffening at each impact. Her juices began to leak over her lips and trickle down, wetting the hair, all the way down to her tiny rosebud.

I moved the brush higher and brought it down hard on her cunt. A spasm passed through her, all her muscles contracting at once. I bent over again and pinched her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Holding her neck down I kissed her lips silencing her scream. I took the brush and held it at her swollen slit, sinking the handle into her. As I sucked on her tongue, I shoved the handle in and out of her, my thumb brushing her clit on every upstroke. She began to relax, as I kissed her throat. She was thrusting involuntarily. I bent her head so she could see the plastic base slide in and out. She tried to resist, holding still for a moment. I licked her nipples, and caressed the underside of her breasts, she thrust at the hard slippery intruder in her cunt, watching hypnotized while it slid, spreading open her inner lips as it pushed in, and dragging them out as she pulled her hips back in long strokes. When I felt her stiffening her toes stretching, and her eyes fixed on her heaving hips, I let go of the brush. It was sticking out of her, about three inches inside, the rest of the handle and the brush a parody of a cock.

"Please, please .. ", she pleaded.

I moved off the bed and walked up to her. I unzipped my fly and took out my pounding rock hard six-incher. She opened her mouth, and licked the pre-cum off, trying to force her tongue into the opening, before covering the glans with her smooth soft lips. She opened her mouth, and licked the pre-cum off, trying to force her tongue into the opening, before covering the glans with her smooth soft lips.

Grace III : Double Ampersand.

She traced out a circle around the base of the glans in the groove with the tip of her tongue. I grabbed her head, and shoved it all in, all the way to the back of her throat.

"Suck", I told her.

I pulled back and slammed in again, fucking her mouth.

"Suck", I told her again.

I held her eyes wide open with my fingers, holding the lids raised against the ridges over them. She swallowed and sucked harder, her tongue sliding over the head, as I thrust my hips. It felt so good, her rosy lips wet and glistening with saliva, as they rubbed against my shaft on the way in, and sucked on my way out. I fucked her throat, making tears come into her eyes, but I wouldnt let her blink, the tears filling her eyes till she couldnt see clearly, rolling in huge warm drops over her face. I held my cock inside her mouth, the head pushing the back of her throat, her lips tickling my long pubic hair, half of the hair inside her mouth, my hands holding her head hard against me, until she began to choke and heave for air, massaging the sensitive glans with spasms of her throat, just like a womans pussy does in orgasm. I watched her turn a deep red as she choked.

Her struggles became wilder and her eyes almost popped out. I held her to me, like I wanted her life. I wanted her throat. I wanted her mouth sucking my organ, I wanted her lips to drink my seed. As her throat spasmed in involuntary waves, I began to come, it shot out of me, I felt it shoot past my sphicter and flow as I groaned, tightening my hold on her head, as I shot deep into her throat.

I let go of her head, her head slamming back to the bed, eyes closed, breath heaving. I was still spurting in thick white globs of sperm, I climbed over her and held her still while I shot some of it onto her lips, into her hair. I moved down her and stroked with my hand as the last drops flowed filling her navel.

"I hate you !", she screamed.

I smiled and spread her thighs. The stocking on her left leg, had broken its garter strap and had begun to come unrolled, half down to her knees. Her whole body was covered in sweat, it poured off her in streams. It ran down between her legs mixing with her juices and making the bed wet under her. The hair-brush was still inside her, sticking out obscenely. I ran my fingers in the her hot valley, collecting the dew that glistened in her crotch, and brought my hand to my mouth, smelling her sweat, mixed with the woman scented cunt-oil she had pored out. With a shudder that I could feel begin in my hard cock I licked it from my palms and fingers, tasting like salty butter.

"You want ? " I asked her.

"Fuck You Bastard"

I stepped up to her, my pants still around my knees, and massaged it into her tits, lovingly spreading it over her still hard nipples and pinching till, she winced and still harder until, the tears began to flow, down her face, down her neck and in streams over her throat. Her nipples looked flattened and half-inch long sticking out like that.

I left her there to cry.

I went to the living room, after I turned out the lights. I smoked a cigarette. Without thinking my hands went to my cock. I stepped out of my pants, stripped off all my clothes. I looked at the cars passing underneath the window, trying to control myself. I went into the bathroom, and picked up an old fashioned razor blade, and looked around for a jar of vaseline. Couldnt find one, so I took the bottle of gel conditioner.

I turned the lights back on in the bedroom. She was crying silently. I got onto the bed, and taking her left thigh, where her stocking had come undone, I caressed it, sliding my hand over it slowly, sensously, rubbing my fingers into her yielding flesh. I bent down and licked it making love to her thigh, in slippery strokes. I licked closer to her bush and I could smell her scents. Her sobs were now accompanied by little indrawn breaths. Her leg stretched out. I kissed the soft underside of the knee where the cord was cutting into her, where it had made grooves into her skin, I kissed and licked her calf, wetting down the fine golden hair that grew there, pulling the stocking further down her leg. I rolled the stocking off her leg, and slid my hands all over her silky skin. I kissed her toes, tickling her feet with my tongue, kissing the underside making her squirm. I held her leg rigid in my hand and used the other hand to tickle her foot with my fingers. She began to twist in her bonds, her sobs broken with gasps that began to turn into giggles and grew into screams. I grabbed the hair-brush and stroked in and out of her, tickling her foot with the other hand. Her eyes closed, her arms straining at the cord. I pulled the brush out and slipped in a finger sinking into her hot depths feeling her cunt walls slide past slowly, searching for the spot under her clit.

"Ah, No...No... Dont ...", she was giggling uncontrollably, both her legs
stretched out tense, her skirt fallen over her belly.

I found the spot, slightly raised , and stroked around it, rubbing in circles. Her clit had become engorged, pushing the hood up, becoming erect. I let go of her leg, still she held them up straight in the air, tied at the knees. I leaned forward and blew on her clit.

"Mm.. Ah.. AAh.. MMMmm", her moaning would rise and fall. She was nearing climax, I could tell. I stopped.

Leaning over her I picked up the razor blade and drew it slowly and lightly over her soft white thighs, first her left and then her right, the edge drawing lines that suddenly burst into flower with blood. Thin lines that ran from her hips to mid-thigh.

She started forward, and uttered a piercing cry, as she craned her neck and watched the razor blade travel slowly, the touch almost pleasurable on her delicate skin of her thighs at first before the edge broke skin.

I rubbed the blood into her, looking into her crazed eyes, before diving forward, spreading her clittoral hood, and exposing her bright pink clit, hard and sensitive. I closed my mouth over it, sucking it into my mouth as I tapped it with my tongue, flicking it as fast as I could. I raised her ass off the bed and held her against me as she tensed and let out a groan that went on and on, my lips sucking on her clit like a child sucks on its mothers nipples, sucking it like I wanted her cunts milk, squeezing and massaging her swollen breasts, holding them by the nipples and jiggling them back and forth.

[ Any body wants to see Part IV ? ]

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