My dream-job, oneshot, NC-17
Title: My dream-job
Author: fffriction1984
Chapters: oneshot
Genre: het, smut, general, AU
Warnings: POV-fic, het, smut, quite explicit language, fellatio and cunnilingus
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Characters/Pairings: I leave that open to your imagination
Disclaimer: I own the idea, the plot and the female I made up for this, but other than that I don’t claim to own anyone or anything and, unfortunately, nobody pays me to write this.
Comment: the same as always: hate my writing = get the fuck out of my journal
Synopsis: I always book double-bed-rooms because I always hope to be able to hook up with someone by the end of the night; some nights even a waitress is fine with me. Really, due to my job I get a lot of sex without the hassle of an actual relationship. See why I love my job so much?
I’m a 28 y/o guy -a fairly good-looking, lean and tall guy, I might add- and I love my job.
Yes, I do. I’m a photographer.
On weekdays I take photos for local newspapers, I have recently shot a cover story on potholes that are everywhere on the streets after a long, hard winter, so that stuff was quite a bit boring, but on weekends… Weekends are when I can show my true virtue or craft. Because on weekends I am an official wedding photographer.
My job is to follow every step of the bride and the groom, from the hotel to the chapel and back to the hotel, where the wedding party is going to, well, party.
Being a photographer has always attracted pretty women, it really has. I remember, when I was still in high school, and I was already interested in photography, girls were swooning about being photographed by me, and I used that knowledge and brought my camera to school every so often, just for fun and to hook up with girls; I was quite the playboy in highschool. I guess I kinda had it in me, even by the age of 16. And so I pursued that career path and became a photographer. Of course I was no household name or anything like the famous man I wanted to be by the time I turned 25, but it was a job I liked doing and it was good money. On big weddings I sometimes earned as much as 200,000en, just for taking pictures over a duration of a few hours. Oh yes, life was being good to me.
At times I felt like Peter Parker, just that I didn’t shoot Spiderman, but I shot beautiful women at weddings and more than often hooked up with them, or one of them - I had a special weakness for bridesmaids, but they also often had a special weakness for me, so we were all pretty even.
But like I said, I love my job.
So, it was a nice and warm day in April, more exactly one of the first nice and warm days this year, the Cherry trees were still in full bloom, and I have been watching that Maid of Honour for quite some time now. She’s not like the rest of the wedding party, because she’s apparently not Japanese and she doesn’t even speak a word of Japanese, only English, or so I’m told by an elderly lady who had seen me watching her, the bridesmaid was like the best friend of the bride when she worked overseas or something in that direction. Does that matter to me? No. It would make things easier though. It’s one of my many mottos: If horniness takes over, you don’t necessarily need to speak the same language. And I knew many ways to make sure horniness would take over.
Unfortunately, right now I have to act the professional, take photos of the newly wedded couple and the family, all that stuff. But by the time the clock ticks towards midnight, groom and bride both leave in a stretch limousine, complete with empty cans dangling at the rear bumper, making a lot of noise. The party’s not over, but my job is more or less done.
And that is when I get two glasses of champagne and walk over to that bridesmaid in her endearing, low-cut lilac dress. She sees me approaching her as she sits on that chair, they covered every chair in some white fabric slipover-thing, and she begins to smile while getting onto her feet. I take her smile as a good sign.
“Hi.” is what she says as I offer her a glass of champagne. “You’re the photographer, right?”
“Ah, sorry! My English not good!” I apologise and just clink my glass with her. My English is not that bad; I understand quite much, I just have trouble expressing myself, so I feign inability of the English language.
“Oh. Okay.” She sighs a bit and I think her expression even turned into a slightly disappointed one, what I could understand. I mean, she was at this wedding all day long and there were most likely not so many people who understood her and I bet by now she was desperate to talk to anyone, be it the wedding photographer or a waitress.
“Japanese people no good English.” I say and feel stupid.
“Oh, don’t worry. It is alright.” she adds with a nod and sips her champagne, looking more and more lost and disappointed.
Call me a Samaritan, but I can’t stand that look on her face, how the edges of her mouth are starting to point downwards. So I grab her hand, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, I guess, and just pull her out of the large festival room and into the corridor.
Her expression turns from disappointed to surprised and maybe even a bit panicky, but I just shake my head and smile at her while I continue to pull her down the corridor. We pass a waiter with a trolley full of champagne bottles, I grab one and keep pulling her along with me. She starts to giggle a bit at that, though I don’t quite know why, as the waiter seemed a bit annoyed about my action.
Anyway. Today, just like whenever I usually work at weddings that are held at a hotel, I also have a room there, mostly so I can store my whole work material there, like an additional camera, batteries, tripods, all my equipment I could need.
We have turned a few corners already and are now in the wing where my room is located, a simple room with a double-bed in it; I bet she has a room here, too, as the Maid of Honour from out of town, even out of the country, she must have somewhere to stay. I always book double-bed-rooms because I always hope to be able to hook up with someone by the end of the night; some nights even a waitress is fine with me. Really, due to my job I get a lot of sex without the hassle of an actual relationship. See why I love my job so much?
Again I start thinking. She let me pull her all the way to this room, she sees that I unlock the door, and that I lock the door once we’re inside the room, and she has not yet protested. I take that as a row of good signs. By now she might know what I’m up to. If she doesn’t, she’s really naïve and stupid. And gullible. When I grabbed that champagne bottle, then at the latest, it had to click in her head what I was up to.
Now she stands before me, twiddling her fingers a little while she grasps her purse tightly with both hands. She starts biting her lip as I attempt to undo my tie, not saying a word. I won’t even try to explain. Whether it will happen or it won’t, that’s how it goes.
I struggle a bit with my tie and somehow, I can’t seem to get it open, as she drops her purse on the bed and approaches me, slowly and with careful steps. Yes, she drank quite a bit wine and champagne throughout the party, I saw that, and now she seems a bit unsure of where the floor is as she walks towards me. But she manages to get to me successfully and starts undoing my tie. I look at her face, at how she’s biting her tongue and seems to be really concentrated on the task at hand.
She’s cute, and I think that’s why she’s here with me. Because she’s cute and moderately drunk. Those girls that are a bit drunk are the easiest to persuade.
I might just challenge my luck a little and get more proactive now, I think, and cup her cheeks. She looks up at me and stops fumbling at my tie, she also stops biting her tongue. While she’s mouthing something that looks like a “what?” to me, I inch closer to her face and then it happens, I just kiss her. I don’t know her name and I don’t even care about that name of hers, but I kiss her and hope she gets my point.
Yes, she does. Her eyes fall closed and she kisses me back, with both her hands on my chest. My hands leave her cheeks and trail down her neck, onwards to her shoulders. I circle my thumbs over her collarbones a bit before I introduce my tongue to that amorous tête-à-tête of our lips. My tongue doesn’t seem to be much of a problem for her, and so I just explore that moist and warm cavern with the perfect teeth for a while before I remember to use my hands again. My hands slide down just a tiny bit more and come to a rest at her upper arms.
Her breath hitches a little in her throat as I carefully push her towards the bed, step by step, and her eyes pop open. I hope she’s not going to stop me now…
Instead, she wraps her arms around my torso and she’s the one who’s pulling me towards the bed. Now that is something I like. Looks like she, whose name I still don’t know, is like one of the very few women who like to take the lead in bed. All fine with me. If I get to just lie there and watch and enjoy, why not? I’ve been working all day long already, haven’t I?
As we reach the bed she stops and turns around, pointing at the zip at the back of her dress. I pull the zip down with deliberate slowness, kissing her shoulder and neck while I do so, pressing and moulding my body against her from behind. Don’t know why, but I never hesitate when it comes to letting a woman know that I’m aroused, and she should feel my groin poking her through the fabric of the black dress pants I wore. That’s the thing I said about when the horniness takes over. I hump her back a little as I finished pulling down the zip and she just lets the gown drop to the floor until it piles around her feet. Without the slightest spark of hesitation I reach around her body and cup her breasts. They are as nice and as handy as I had thought them to be. Really, I’m already quite satisfied with this and we haven’t even done anything really.
So she stands there, just in her underwear and after a while, in which she just let me touch and grope her tits, she turns around and faces me. I stoop down to kiss her, as she’s about 5 centimetres shorter than I am, despite the fact that she’s still wearing her high heels - and I want her to keep them on, even if we’re about to have a romp under the sheets.
While I kiss her, stroking her arms, her back and her boobs, she’s undoing the buttons of my shirt and before I even notice she’s done with the unbuttoning, she pushes both my jacket and shirt off of my shoulders and begins to yank at my belt-buckle.
Oh, she’s brisk! But I like that, I do!
I think this is the first time neither the girl nor I am talking, but this time it’s simply because there’s this language barrier. Then again it turns out you don’t even need to talk, as long as you’re horny enough.
Speaking of horniness: She’s finished undoing my belt and the button and zip of my pants and pushes them down so they pool around my ankles and then she just drops to her knees in front of me and pulls my boxers down, too. I am so hard already that she lets out a surprised yelp as my dick pops up, right into her face, after she pulled the rubber band of my boxers over it. I can’t help it, as she grasps around the solidness that is my cock right now, I entangle both my hands in her hair. She’s squeezing my dick, giving it firm strokes and I feel chills racing through my body, before she finally wraps her lips around the tip of my penis, applying light suction to the head.
“Oh yes, that’s the stuff…” I mutter out and close my eyes as she takes me further into her mouth.
She’s particularly good at this, really. The suction she applies to the head of my dick is amazing and the pressure of her fingers, that are still clasped around it, is about to make me go completely nuts. In my more than ten years of sexual activity I haven’t met many women who truly mastered the art of giving a blowjob, but she was definitely one of them. If that’s up to me, I never want her to stop sucking my dick, really.
On the other hand, there’s that certain point where I can feel my orgasm come onto me, cuming now would more or less mean we would have a long break because I can’t get hard immediately after having an orgasm, so I make her stop by gently pulling her lips away from my aching length. Instead, I pull her onto her feet and push her onto the bed. I step out of my pants and boxers that were still pooling around my ankles and crawl over her as she’s sprawled out atop the mattress, in her underwear and heels.
I peel her out of her panties and the bra, but not the heels, because the heels are still hot. After I’ve done that she looks at me in that uncertain yet expectant way. I know that look. Usually I’d maybe start some chit-chat, something to break the ice a little more, ask her about her likings and fav’s, but since this is about impossible here I just decide to grab my chances and push her thighs apart because for me, fellatio and cunnilingus go hand in hand.
Believe it or not, I met women who were anything but fond of cunnilingus, some even considered it dirty. In my head they considered it dirty because they are lacking genital hygiene or something, because I don’t see anything dirty in cunnilingus. It’s fun and it gets them off, so where’s the problem. Women who are scared of having their pussies licked are scared of their own sexuality, I think. Personally, I am glad about every woman who starts to squeal in delight at the mere thought of my tongue probing against those intimate spots. I really don’t understand the anti-cunnilingus type…
Carefully, I observe her reaction, but she smiles and her breath begins to get more erratic, even more so as I lower myself over her body. I’m not just going to lick her like that; I still have to get her into the right mood.
So for a while I just kiss her and dry-hump her until she’s about to push me down and between her thighs.
She’s completely shaved, another thing you don’t often see with common Japanese women. Maybe I should date foreigners more. I heard the wildest stories about foreigners, maybe tonight I’ll see if they are true in parts. Let’s just wait and see.
Anywho.
I make myself comfortable between her thighs and push them further apart. As far as I can see she has her eyes closed, a smug smile on her lips. She really seems to be enjoying herself, that’s good. I kiss her inner thigh and I’m now slowly nearing her pussy, really slowly. This has to be torture to some degree. Most women don’t seem to be aware of that but they actually like it to be treated this way.
I begin with soft licking, as using too much force or pressure can be uncomfortable for women when stimulated like this, but telling by the sounds of her breath getting heavier and heavier and the almost spastic movements of both her lower abdomen and her thighs, I can tell where and when I can change the pace.
When her breath catches in her throat, that’s when I start to hum a bit. I forgot who did it, but somebody told me that would feel amazing for the receiving partner, and I was all too glad to comply, anything to satisfy my temporary-partner. I had just received an awesome blowjob, now I feel like it is my duty to pay her back this way.
As she begins to squirm and moan, that’s by the time that I added a finger, another tool to stimulate her, I can tell she’s close. She blabbers some incomprehensible syllables that sound rather English to me, but I’m too busy to try and respond, despite the fact that my mouth is still rather occupied with that beautiful vagina. But her “I’m coming!” is something even I understand with my small knowledge of the English language. “I’m coming” sounds a tad more positive than what we Japanese say, with our “I’m going”, if one translates it directly, doesn’t it? The Japanese way of climaxing sounds more like “I’m done, good night”. Really, I should hang out with foreigners more from now on, learn English and hook up with tourists.
Back to her and her whimpering as she climaxed. It is pretty to watch and to listen. She even tears up a bit, but I don’t want to let her wait for too long and walk over to one of the bags I use for my whole photo equipment. There’s this little side-pocket where I keep my condoms, I really am equipped for everything.
I show her the condom and nod, but look at her in that questioning fashion, as if I’m asking her if it’s okay to have sex, too, by looking at her like that. But she nods and sits up in bed. I walk back to the bed and unwrap one of the rubbers, sliding it over my cock as my cock is still hard, how convenient. That’s another thing I like about cunnilingus: It can also get me off if it gets the woman off; really, sometimes I think I was made to please women sexually.
With the condom ready I get back on the bed and look at her while I lower myself onto her again. She’s smiling at me again, and she really has a nice smile. I bet she didn’t expect the night to end this way. I kiss her and push myself in. As I do she wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders. It almost seems as if she’s looking for way more contact and body warmth than I had expected, but then again she’s fairly drunk. Maybe she’s just getting touchy because of all the champagne she already had.
For a while we just do it like that. Unfortunately, I’m not a fan of missionary. It’s boring. I don’t do boring sex but neither does she seem to like boring sex. I can tell because she pushes me off of her and moves to sit on my lap. All fine by me. The cowgirl position means less work for me and I can see and touch her boobs. Perfect.
She starts moving slowly, taking up the pace bit by bit until the mattress starts to screech and moan beneath us. Her eyes are locked with mine almost the whole time, only interrupted by those short moments where her eyes flutter shut, when it gets too much to bear, I think.
And while I just lie there, enjoying myself and groping her tits, she’s doing all the work. As sweat begins to bead down her body though I decide to take the lead again. I make her get off of me and manage to get her on her knees - it surprises me how well this works despite the fact that I haven’t said a word and I don’t know the English word for ‘knee’ anyway. I position myself behind her and push my cock back in to the slick heat of her pussy. I bet for a moment she was pondering if I might take the wrong entrance, not every women who likes getting her pussy licked also likes anal, so I have to be careful at this point.
I push myself in and out of her rather quickly, getting even quicker as I finally realise that I’m more or less about to climax. I figure it’s okay for me to climax, because I think it’s been more than thirty minutes since she sucked me off. It’s quite an effort to keep an erection for that long without cuming.
I must say, the view on her back from up here is quite nice. Her back has a nice stretch and looks fairly long, although she’s quite short, but she has a beautiful neckline, a small waist and slender hips. She looks so frail from up here that I almost regret pounding into her like that, yet the moans she emits tell me she’s liking it, a lot.
Completely against my will I utter out the typical Japanese phrase and tell her that I’m “going” when I’m actually “coming”, but since she doesn’t understand me anyway, what does it matter, right? I come long and hard into the condom, I’m still inside of her and I don’t want to draw back and leave that tight heat. At the same time I feel myself getting tired; that post-coital tiredness and the tiredness that’s inside my bones from a long day of work.
I pull out and fall into the sheets, but pull her down next to me and just nuzzle up against her. She’s still smiling at me while I languidly stroke her back. Thinking about it now, I don’t think she has stopped smiling at me for once while we’re together like this.
I think I’ll call her “Mona Lisa.”
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a/n: This turned out to be a great deal different from what I intentionally wanted to write when I had that idea XD Basically I wrote this to practice writing one-shots and really letting them end at some certain points. But i think I'm just a sucker for long, multi-chaptered fics. Deal with it.
Just tell me what you think. I think the ending is a bit bumpy, but I kinda like it. Hm. lol.
Author: fffriction1984
Chapters: oneshot
Genre: het, smut, general, AU
Warnings: POV-fic, het, smut, quite explicit language, fellatio and cunnilingus
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Characters/Pairings: I leave that open to your imagination
Disclaimer: I own the idea, the plot and the female I made up for this, but other than that I don’t claim to own anyone or anything and, unfortunately, nobody pays me to write this.
Comment: the same as always: hate my writing = get the fuck out of my journal
Synopsis: I always book double-bed-rooms because I always hope to be able to hook up with someone by the end of the night; some nights even a waitress is fine with me. Really, due to my job I get a lot of sex without the hassle of an actual relationship. See why I love my job so much?
I’m a 28 y/o guy -a fairly good-looking, lean and tall guy, I might add- and I love my job.
Yes, I do. I’m a photographer.
On weekdays I take photos for local newspapers, I have recently shot a cover story on potholes that are everywhere on the streets after a long, hard winter, so that stuff was quite a bit boring, but on weekends… Weekends are when I can show my true virtue or craft. Because on weekends I am an official wedding photographer.
My job is to follow every step of the bride and the groom, from the hotel to the chapel and back to the hotel, where the wedding party is going to, well, party.
Being a photographer has always attracted pretty women, it really has. I remember, when I was still in high school, and I was already interested in photography, girls were swooning about being photographed by me, and I used that knowledge and brought my camera to school every so often, just for fun and to hook up with girls; I was quite the playboy in highschool. I guess I kinda had it in me, even by the age of 16. And so I pursued that career path and became a photographer. Of course I was no household name or anything like the famous man I wanted to be by the time I turned 25, but it was a job I liked doing and it was good money. On big weddings I sometimes earned as much as 200,000en, just for taking pictures over a duration of a few hours. Oh yes, life was being good to me.
At times I felt like Peter Parker, just that I didn’t shoot Spiderman, but I shot beautiful women at weddings and more than often hooked up with them, or one of them - I had a special weakness for bridesmaids, but they also often had a special weakness for me, so we were all pretty even.
But like I said, I love my job.
So, it was a nice and warm day in April, more exactly one of the first nice and warm days this year, the Cherry trees were still in full bloom, and I have been watching that Maid of Honour for quite some time now. She’s not like the rest of the wedding party, because she’s apparently not Japanese and she doesn’t even speak a word of Japanese, only English, or so I’m told by an elderly lady who had seen me watching her, the bridesmaid was like the best friend of the bride when she worked overseas or something in that direction. Does that matter to me? No. It would make things easier though. It’s one of my many mottos: If horniness takes over, you don’t necessarily need to speak the same language. And I knew many ways to make sure horniness would take over.
Unfortunately, right now I have to act the professional, take photos of the newly wedded couple and the family, all that stuff. But by the time the clock ticks towards midnight, groom and bride both leave in a stretch limousine, complete with empty cans dangling at the rear bumper, making a lot of noise. The party’s not over, but my job is more or less done.
And that is when I get two glasses of champagne and walk over to that bridesmaid in her endearing, low-cut lilac dress. She sees me approaching her as she sits on that chair, they covered every chair in some white fabric slipover-thing, and she begins to smile while getting onto her feet. I take her smile as a good sign.
“Hi.” is what she says as I offer her a glass of champagne. “You’re the photographer, right?”
“Ah, sorry! My English not good!” I apologise and just clink my glass with her. My English is not that bad; I understand quite much, I just have trouble expressing myself, so I feign inability of the English language.
“Oh. Okay.” She sighs a bit and I think her expression even turned into a slightly disappointed one, what I could understand. I mean, she was at this wedding all day long and there were most likely not so many people who understood her and I bet by now she was desperate to talk to anyone, be it the wedding photographer or a waitress.
“Japanese people no good English.” I say and feel stupid.
“Oh, don’t worry. It is alright.” she adds with a nod and sips her champagne, looking more and more lost and disappointed.
Call me a Samaritan, but I can’t stand that look on her face, how the edges of her mouth are starting to point downwards. So I grab her hand, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, I guess, and just pull her out of the large festival room and into the corridor.
Her expression turns from disappointed to surprised and maybe even a bit panicky, but I just shake my head and smile at her while I continue to pull her down the corridor. We pass a waiter with a trolley full of champagne bottles, I grab one and keep pulling her along with me. She starts to giggle a bit at that, though I don’t quite know why, as the waiter seemed a bit annoyed about my action.
Anyway. Today, just like whenever I usually work at weddings that are held at a hotel, I also have a room there, mostly so I can store my whole work material there, like an additional camera, batteries, tripods, all my equipment I could need.
We have turned a few corners already and are now in the wing where my room is located, a simple room with a double-bed in it; I bet she has a room here, too, as the Maid of Honour from out of town, even out of the country, she must have somewhere to stay. I always book double-bed-rooms because I always hope to be able to hook up with someone by the end of the night; some nights even a waitress is fine with me. Really, due to my job I get a lot of sex without the hassle of an actual relationship. See why I love my job so much?
Again I start thinking. She let me pull her all the way to this room, she sees that I unlock the door, and that I lock the door once we’re inside the room, and she has not yet protested. I take that as a row of good signs. By now she might know what I’m up to. If she doesn’t, she’s really naïve and stupid. And gullible. When I grabbed that champagne bottle, then at the latest, it had to click in her head what I was up to.
Now she stands before me, twiddling her fingers a little while she grasps her purse tightly with both hands. She starts biting her lip as I attempt to undo my tie, not saying a word. I won’t even try to explain. Whether it will happen or it won’t, that’s how it goes.
I struggle a bit with my tie and somehow, I can’t seem to get it open, as she drops her purse on the bed and approaches me, slowly and with careful steps. Yes, she drank quite a bit wine and champagne throughout the party, I saw that, and now she seems a bit unsure of where the floor is as she walks towards me. But she manages to get to me successfully and starts undoing my tie. I look at her face, at how she’s biting her tongue and seems to be really concentrated on the task at hand.
She’s cute, and I think that’s why she’s here with me. Because she’s cute and moderately drunk. Those girls that are a bit drunk are the easiest to persuade.
I might just challenge my luck a little and get more proactive now, I think, and cup her cheeks. She looks up at me and stops fumbling at my tie, she also stops biting her tongue. While she’s mouthing something that looks like a “what?” to me, I inch closer to her face and then it happens, I just kiss her. I don’t know her name and I don’t even care about that name of hers, but I kiss her and hope she gets my point.
Yes, she does. Her eyes fall closed and she kisses me back, with both her hands on my chest. My hands leave her cheeks and trail down her neck, onwards to her shoulders. I circle my thumbs over her collarbones a bit before I introduce my tongue to that amorous tête-à-tête of our lips. My tongue doesn’t seem to be much of a problem for her, and so I just explore that moist and warm cavern with the perfect teeth for a while before I remember to use my hands again. My hands slide down just a tiny bit more and come to a rest at her upper arms.
Her breath hitches a little in her throat as I carefully push her towards the bed, step by step, and her eyes pop open. I hope she’s not going to stop me now…
Instead, she wraps her arms around my torso and she’s the one who’s pulling me towards the bed. Now that is something I like. Looks like she, whose name I still don’t know, is like one of the very few women who like to take the lead in bed. All fine with me. If I get to just lie there and watch and enjoy, why not? I’ve been working all day long already, haven’t I?
As we reach the bed she stops and turns around, pointing at the zip at the back of her dress. I pull the zip down with deliberate slowness, kissing her shoulder and neck while I do so, pressing and moulding my body against her from behind. Don’t know why, but I never hesitate when it comes to letting a woman know that I’m aroused, and she should feel my groin poking her through the fabric of the black dress pants I wore. That’s the thing I said about when the horniness takes over. I hump her back a little as I finished pulling down the zip and she just lets the gown drop to the floor until it piles around her feet. Without the slightest spark of hesitation I reach around her body and cup her breasts. They are as nice and as handy as I had thought them to be. Really, I’m already quite satisfied with this and we haven’t even done anything really.
So she stands there, just in her underwear and after a while, in which she just let me touch and grope her tits, she turns around and faces me. I stoop down to kiss her, as she’s about 5 centimetres shorter than I am, despite the fact that she’s still wearing her high heels - and I want her to keep them on, even if we’re about to have a romp under the sheets.
While I kiss her, stroking her arms, her back and her boobs, she’s undoing the buttons of my shirt and before I even notice she’s done with the unbuttoning, she pushes both my jacket and shirt off of my shoulders and begins to yank at my belt-buckle.
Oh, she’s brisk! But I like that, I do!
I think this is the first time neither the girl nor I am talking, but this time it’s simply because there’s this language barrier. Then again it turns out you don’t even need to talk, as long as you’re horny enough.
Speaking of horniness: She’s finished undoing my belt and the button and zip of my pants and pushes them down so they pool around my ankles and then she just drops to her knees in front of me and pulls my boxers down, too. I am so hard already that she lets out a surprised yelp as my dick pops up, right into her face, after she pulled the rubber band of my boxers over it. I can’t help it, as she grasps around the solidness that is my cock right now, I entangle both my hands in her hair. She’s squeezing my dick, giving it firm strokes and I feel chills racing through my body, before she finally wraps her lips around the tip of my penis, applying light suction to the head.
“Oh yes, that’s the stuff…” I mutter out and close my eyes as she takes me further into her mouth.
She’s particularly good at this, really. The suction she applies to the head of my dick is amazing and the pressure of her fingers, that are still clasped around it, is about to make me go completely nuts. In my more than ten years of sexual activity I haven’t met many women who truly mastered the art of giving a blowjob, but she was definitely one of them. If that’s up to me, I never want her to stop sucking my dick, really.
On the other hand, there’s that certain point where I can feel my orgasm come onto me, cuming now would more or less mean we would have a long break because I can’t get hard immediately after having an orgasm, so I make her stop by gently pulling her lips away from my aching length. Instead, I pull her onto her feet and push her onto the bed. I step out of my pants and boxers that were still pooling around my ankles and crawl over her as she’s sprawled out atop the mattress, in her underwear and heels.
I peel her out of her panties and the bra, but not the heels, because the heels are still hot. After I’ve done that she looks at me in that uncertain yet expectant way. I know that look. Usually I’d maybe start some chit-chat, something to break the ice a little more, ask her about her likings and fav’s, but since this is about impossible here I just decide to grab my chances and push her thighs apart because for me, fellatio and cunnilingus go hand in hand.
Believe it or not, I met women who were anything but fond of cunnilingus, some even considered it dirty. In my head they considered it dirty because they are lacking genital hygiene or something, because I don’t see anything dirty in cunnilingus. It’s fun and it gets them off, so where’s the problem. Women who are scared of having their pussies licked are scared of their own sexuality, I think. Personally, I am glad about every woman who starts to squeal in delight at the mere thought of my tongue probing against those intimate spots. I really don’t understand the anti-cunnilingus type…
Carefully, I observe her reaction, but she smiles and her breath begins to get more erratic, even more so as I lower myself over her body. I’m not just going to lick her like that; I still have to get her into the right mood.
So for a while I just kiss her and dry-hump her until she’s about to push me down and between her thighs.
She’s completely shaved, another thing you don’t often see with common Japanese women. Maybe I should date foreigners more. I heard the wildest stories about foreigners, maybe tonight I’ll see if they are true in parts. Let’s just wait and see.
Anywho.
I make myself comfortable between her thighs and push them further apart. As far as I can see she has her eyes closed, a smug smile on her lips. She really seems to be enjoying herself, that’s good. I kiss her inner thigh and I’m now slowly nearing her pussy, really slowly. This has to be torture to some degree. Most women don’t seem to be aware of that but they actually like it to be treated this way.
I begin with soft licking, as using too much force or pressure can be uncomfortable for women when stimulated like this, but telling by the sounds of her breath getting heavier and heavier and the almost spastic movements of both her lower abdomen and her thighs, I can tell where and when I can change the pace.
When her breath catches in her throat, that’s when I start to hum a bit. I forgot who did it, but somebody told me that would feel amazing for the receiving partner, and I was all too glad to comply, anything to satisfy my temporary-partner. I had just received an awesome blowjob, now I feel like it is my duty to pay her back this way.
As she begins to squirm and moan, that’s by the time that I added a finger, another tool to stimulate her, I can tell she’s close. She blabbers some incomprehensible syllables that sound rather English to me, but I’m too busy to try and respond, despite the fact that my mouth is still rather occupied with that beautiful vagina. But her “I’m coming!” is something even I understand with my small knowledge of the English language. “I’m coming” sounds a tad more positive than what we Japanese say, with our “I’m going”, if one translates it directly, doesn’t it? The Japanese way of climaxing sounds more like “I’m done, good night”. Really, I should hang out with foreigners more from now on, learn English and hook up with tourists.
Back to her and her whimpering as she climaxed. It is pretty to watch and to listen. She even tears up a bit, but I don’t want to let her wait for too long and walk over to one of the bags I use for my whole photo equipment. There’s this little side-pocket where I keep my condoms, I really am equipped for everything.
I show her the condom and nod, but look at her in that questioning fashion, as if I’m asking her if it’s okay to have sex, too, by looking at her like that. But she nods and sits up in bed. I walk back to the bed and unwrap one of the rubbers, sliding it over my cock as my cock is still hard, how convenient. That’s another thing I like about cunnilingus: It can also get me off if it gets the woman off; really, sometimes I think I was made to please women sexually.
With the condom ready I get back on the bed and look at her while I lower myself onto her again. She’s smiling at me again, and she really has a nice smile. I bet she didn’t expect the night to end this way. I kiss her and push myself in. As I do she wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders. It almost seems as if she’s looking for way more contact and body warmth than I had expected, but then again she’s fairly drunk. Maybe she’s just getting touchy because of all the champagne she already had.
For a while we just do it like that. Unfortunately, I’m not a fan of missionary. It’s boring. I don’t do boring sex but neither does she seem to like boring sex. I can tell because she pushes me off of her and moves to sit on my lap. All fine by me. The cowgirl position means less work for me and I can see and touch her boobs. Perfect.
She starts moving slowly, taking up the pace bit by bit until the mattress starts to screech and moan beneath us. Her eyes are locked with mine almost the whole time, only interrupted by those short moments where her eyes flutter shut, when it gets too much to bear, I think.
And while I just lie there, enjoying myself and groping her tits, she’s doing all the work. As sweat begins to bead down her body though I decide to take the lead again. I make her get off of me and manage to get her on her knees - it surprises me how well this works despite the fact that I haven’t said a word and I don’t know the English word for ‘knee’ anyway. I position myself behind her and push my cock back in to the slick heat of her pussy. I bet for a moment she was pondering if I might take the wrong entrance, not every women who likes getting her pussy licked also likes anal, so I have to be careful at this point.
I push myself in and out of her rather quickly, getting even quicker as I finally realise that I’m more or less about to climax. I figure it’s okay for me to climax, because I think it’s been more than thirty minutes since she sucked me off. It’s quite an effort to keep an erection for that long without cuming.
I must say, the view on her back from up here is quite nice. Her back has a nice stretch and looks fairly long, although she’s quite short, but she has a beautiful neckline, a small waist and slender hips. She looks so frail from up here that I almost regret pounding into her like that, yet the moans she emits tell me she’s liking it, a lot.
Completely against my will I utter out the typical Japanese phrase and tell her that I’m “going” when I’m actually “coming”, but since she doesn’t understand me anyway, what does it matter, right? I come long and hard into the condom, I’m still inside of her and I don’t want to draw back and leave that tight heat. At the same time I feel myself getting tired; that post-coital tiredness and the tiredness that’s inside my bones from a long day of work.
I pull out and fall into the sheets, but pull her down next to me and just nuzzle up against her. She’s still smiling at me while I languidly stroke her back. Thinking about it now, I don’t think she has stopped smiling at me for once while we’re together like this.
I think I’ll call her “Mona Lisa.”
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a/n: This turned out to be a great deal different from what I intentionally wanted to write when I had that idea XD Basically I wrote this to practice writing one-shots and really letting them end at some certain points. But i think I'm just a sucker for long, multi-chaptered fics. Deal with it.
Just tell me what you think. I think the ending is a bit bumpy, but I kinda like it. Hm. lol.