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Man Eater
- By Tracy Ames
- Published January 31, 2011
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IRE Scoville Scale: Fire and Ice
Having sex in public isn’t my ideal first date, but I sensed Dylan wasn’t the average man; as such he required extra attention. Tall, muscled, brilliant blue eyes: the picture of masculinity. But there was something in his mannerisms, something in his eyes said I could have him anyway I pleased. Suffice to say, I planned on doing just that.
Dylan, an excellent conversationalist, was mid sentence when I stood and walked out onto the balcony. My abrupt departure undoubtedly baffled him. However, I knew instinctively that if he followed he was mine.
The night was unseasonably warm; music and laughter from the filled the night air. I looked down at the inky black city below and seconds later, I heard the swish of the siding glass door closing, muting the noise within. Dylan stepped behind me—without turning around, I knew it was him. He’d followed me—he was mine.
“Did I say something wrong?” He snaked his arms around my trim waist and held me gently against him.
“No,” My controlled tone didn’t betray the affect his embrace had on my pussy. Damn, he made me wet!
“Then why did you leave?” He turned me in his arms and searched my face for an explanation.
One finger on his chin, I lowered his head and brushed my lips over his. “Do you want me?” I whispered.
“Yes. He nodded, almost afraid to speak.
“Will you trust me?” I eased my hand between their bodies and stroked his cock through his pants.
The question gave him pause. There was something sexy about a man—a real man, not a sissy-boy pausing but ultimately surrendering control. Dylan was one hundred percent man. In another situation, he was an alpha—in my hands, however, he was going to be anything I wanted him to be.
“Trust me, Dylan, I give you what you want.” I nibbled his lower lip. “Do exactly as I say, my dear, and I’ll satisfy you in ways you’ve never imagined.” Still in his arms, I stepped up and sat on the ledge overlooking the six storey death drop below. The shock in his eyes brought a smile to my face. Men. Even with him standing between my bare legs, with the length of his hard cock pressed between us, he was still a gentleman.
“What are you doing?”
I lifted his chin and seductively said into his eyes, “You’re going to finger my pussy until I cum.” I taste his lips. “Then we’re going to your place and I’m going to fuck every drop of cum from your body.”
What crossed his face next was: shock, awe, and resolve. His breath caught as he watched me lift the hem of my dress just over my knee. I kissed lips until they parted and sucked his tongue, and moved his right hand under my dress. He purred, rubbing my inner thigh, then reality set in.
“Someone may see.”
“Sshhh,” My lips curled devilishly, “Speak when spoken too, darling.” I urged his hand higher and almost came when his fingertips touch the sheer fabric covering my pussy. I rubbed up and down his cock. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” he conceded.
“Am I wet?”
“Soaking wet.” He pulled me closer, widening my legs impossibly far.
“I want you to touch me, suck your finger, then kiss me. I want to taste myself on your tongue.”
I felt his heart pounding against mine. His fingers moved under the trim of my panties, then pushed the material aside.
“That’s it.” I blinked back tears when he touched my clit softly. “Tease me.” My hand tightened around his shaft. He parted my lips, slowly working one finger into my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit. “Dylan, just like that. Don’t stop.” I watched the partygoers moving about inside—the sheer curtain and glass door separated us. My moaning became uncontrollable while his turned into the repeated gasp of my name—begging me to cum—begging to please me. “Enough,” My orgasm barreled down on me, I had to stop him. “Let me taste it.”
He raised his finger to his mouth, and licked it clean.
“Come here,” I pulled his mouth to mine, claiming his tongue. “Finger me.” I paused for breath and moan sharply as he reentered me. My hips rocked against the fingers between my legs. The muted voices of the party guests and the soft sucking sounds of my pussy swirled around us.
“Cum for me.” Dylan groaned into my mouth. He pushed a third finger inside, withdrew, then thrust. His thumb worked my clit just enough to make me whimper.
My pussy clenched around his fingers, my belly quivered. “Don’t stop. I’m close…so…oh fuck, I’m cumming.” I gritted my teeth, trying desperately not to call attention us.
Dylan watched my orgasm overtake me. He didn’t break my gaze until the last threads of pleasure snapped sending me shuddering and trembling back to reality. He pulled his hand free, licked his fingers, and kissed me deeply. Time seemed to slip back without either of us caring. Then I felt his lips form a gentle smile—I gave him two short pecks and asked what he found so amusing.
“I’m out of condoms,” he said shyly. “We’ll have to make a stop.”
“Oh dearest, let me explain. You belong to me now. I’ve claimed you.” I gave him the look parents give kids when their goldfish dies. “Your cum goes here…” I sucked his index finger. “…and here.” I eased his finger into my pussy. “Any questions?”
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10 Responses to "Man Eater"
said this on 31 Jan 2011 10:19:38 AM CST
"She'll only come out at night, the lean and hungry type...the woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar... she's deadly man, she could really rip your world apartMind over matter (Oh-oh, here she comes) Watch out boy she'll chew you up (Oh-oh, here she comes) She's a maneater..."
Ok that song is stuck in my head lol. Ok now there's and ideal for you, Dylan you lucky fool :-). Excellent work Mz Tracy (this is a result of G being MIA lmao) |
said this on 31 Jan 2011 1:08:09 PM CST
No questions necessary, she has staked her claim. I like that song, Judy. lol
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said this on 31 Jan 2011 3:19:22 PM CST
I'm so amazed by your turn of a phrase Ms. Tracy!! I'm blushing..lol
Great read.. |
said this on 03 Feb 2011 12:06:11 AM CST
Glad you liked it!
Yesterday I received an email from a fellow Domina who insisted I write 'instricter' Femdom pieces (I didnt see this as Femdom). I kindly explained (in the nicest terms) that I won't because it's not who I am. Seducing men is WAY more fun...no beatings necessary. |
said this on 02 Feb 2011 11:32:43 AM CST
I usually like to have more respect for myself than to think of myself as territory to be claimed and kept but, in this case, I wouldn't mind it.
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said this on 02 Feb 2011 11:55:36 PM CST
WB, there's NOTHING sexier than a masculine man saying, "Here I am, use me." :)
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said this on 02 Feb 2011 7:52:25 PM CST
LOVED it! I'm taking notes, this woman is bad without being bitchy ;)
Damn it Judy now that song is in my head too. |
said this on 02 Feb 2011 11:58:00 PM CST
Cali, put that pen down! No taking notes. You're the saint amongst us.
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said this on 03 Feb 2011 8:21:52 AM CST
Don't listen to her. Saints get to have their fun, too. Just claim your man in a saintly way... which I guess means harp music.
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said this on 07 Feb 2011 11:27:26 PM CST
Wow, Maneater is in my head too, thanks judy! Wow, I need to take notes too!
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