Another Point of View (Pt. 1)

A sexy surprise in my inbox


The friends I make in The Hobby never cease to amaze me in wonderful ways. Last week I opened my email to find a very sexy surprise from one of my newer friends: his fantasy in writing and I’m sure I recognize the players. He tells me that this is part one of two. Part one was such a turn on that I asked him if I can share it with you and he said yes, but only if I don’t divulge his identity.

I didn’t know what to call the story which was delivered without a title, but I think the one I settled on is fitting. I hope you like this one as much as I did; I’ve read it a couple of times a day ever since I received it.

Please comment to let me know if you think it’s as hot as I think it is. Don’t forget a little encouragement for the author to finish Part Two!

Enjoy!


Another Point of View

He was so nervous the first time, not knowing what would await him on the other side of the door.  This time, he walked up to it with a strut in his step.  Last time, that first time, she had made him feel incredible.  A pleasure that words could hardly describe were brought unto him, as she knelt before him, her lips wrapped around his cock, relentlessly bringing it into her body until he could take no more and exploded across her tongue.  This time, now aware of what she can do, he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.

He knocks, awaiting with a steeled excitement coursing through him.  The taboo nature of what they were about to do was electrifying, their little secret.  She opened the door, coy and quiet, but beautiful as ever as she greeted him with a smile and with her angelic voice, she escorted him to her bedroom.

There are no pretenses this time, as both parties are well aware of the actions they are about to engage in.  It’s almost as if they both know what the other wants, because without saying a word, she closes the door, and find themselves kissing deeply even before the last click can make itself audible over the sound of their warm tongues crashing against one another.  He wants her, and she can feel how much as the bulge in his pants presses firmly against her warm skin.  She was ready for him, wearing nothing but a button up shirt and stockings, knowing that the simple, but sexy, look would drive him wild.

He can remember their first visit vividly: the way she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on his while her tongue traced its way around his cock, her hands working the shaft so expertly that the only thing he could do was let his eyes roll into the back of his head as absolutely and complete pleasure filled his body.  It was an indescribable pleasure, an addicting form of pleasure.  He tried to fight the urge so hard, knowing that it was intolerable and so dirty and wrong in his position, but he couldn’t fight it forever.  He had to have it again, the hunger of the desire becoming overwhelming, leading him back into her arms.

As their kissing begins to increase in intensity, his hands find her ass and squeeze it as he pulls her tightly into his body.  She can feel his cock, full of blood now, at it’s hardest while she works her hands on his zipper, trying to free it and let it rampage through her body.

He feels her warm fingers wrap around him firmly, her hands so soft and smooth, expertly working their way up and down his shaft.  Pre-cum begins to leak out of him as the anticipation grows, and she makes sure to collect it between her fingers and smear his cock with it, sending the subtle signal that she wants to taste his cum on him, have it in her mouth again.  It’s been so long, so many others since their initial encounter, but right here in this moment she wants no one else more, she wants nothing else more than to re-introduce her mouth to his cock and taste him once more.  She breaks off their kiss and goes down to her knees, a very familiar position for the both of them, and she fluidly takes him into his mouth as if she was born to do this.  So natural, so effortlessly she’s able to bring him down with a well placed kiss and a timely lick, that he stands above her in awe.  Some might see this as a degrading act, but she knows the power she wields over him and he is very well aware of the control she has over him as she moves her head back and forth, allowing his cock to push past her tightly pressed lips, her tongue swirling and licking, pressing firmly on that sensitive bundle of nerves right beneath the head before it twists its way across the taught and responsive head of his cock, her hands covered in spit as she works his shaft up and down.


She breaks off their kiss and goes down to her knees, a very familiar position for the both of them, and she fluidly takes him into his mouth as if she was born to do this.


She moans and takes his cock deep down her throat, gagging gently, but hungrily taking him into her mouth.  Watching her fills him with a powerful, carnal feeling.  He can’t control himself when he reaches down and grabs her by the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper down her throat than she was able to take it on her own, holding it there, enjoying every moment of having her warmth surround him before pulling out so she can make some attempt to return to a status of equilibrium before pushing his cock back down her throat.  The feeling of pleasure is too addictive to resist, as he continues to plunge his cock into her mouth, touching the back of her throat with the head, his testicles full of hot, sticky cum swaying and ramming into her face with each thrust.  She continues to moan on his cock, her saliva slicked fingers unbuttoning her shirt so her beautiful breasts fall free, nipples hard and she gives them a quick squeeze and submits to his desire, opening her mouth wide, fighting back the water welling in her eyes while he continues to shove his cock in and out of her mouth.  She too is beginning to lose control, reaching down with her dominant hand to rub her clit, surprised by how wet she’s become, moaning deeply when her fingers make contact and send that electric feeling through her body.


[…] she knows just how to finish him off in a way that he will never forget, that all other women after her will be measured against, and each one of them will fail in comparison.


He can’t control himself any longer, despite his attempts to pace himself, and can feel his climax coming on strong.  It’s so early, he’s mildly concerned that he is putting jeopardy the rest of their time together, but he can’t help it, he has to feel the release, he has to continue using her body to reach his climax as every fiber of his body is desperate for it.  She can sense he is close, his cock feeling a little thicker, a little harder in her mouth as it begins to swell as he approaches orgasm.  She knows this feeling very well, having brought many men to their knees with mind altering orgasms, and she knows just how to finish him off in a way that he will never forget, that all other women after her will be measured against, and each one of them will fail in comparison.

As orgasm begins to take over his body, she pulls his cock of her mouth and strokes aggressively, her mouth wide open, tongue out, ready to accept his warm, sticky cum all over her face and tongue.  He looks down and sees her, amazed by how sexual this woman is.  She knows things that most women would never dream of, and he realizes how incredible this moment is.  His cock explodes and he can feel his entire body shaking, thick strings of cum shooting from the tip of his cock, landing on her face, her tongue, in parts of her hair and she continues to stroke his cock relentlessly.  She feels the warmth land on her face, coating her tongue, and she knows that she has him, but what she has in mind next he could only ever imagine happening, as the flow begins to ebb and she takes him back in her mouth to suck out the rest and join the salty mess she already has in her mouth.  Once she’s satisfied that she has it all she tilts her head back, mouth still full of cum, hand still stroking his cock and begins to gargle his cum, letting it hit the back of her throat before she makes it bubble in her mouth.  He is so turned on by this, there aren’t words to describe his thoughts.  Awe and a look of amazement are obvious in his expression as he watches her continue to gargle his cum, her face still plastered, her hand still stroking his cock.  this goes on for some time, less than a minute but long enough to send the point home and etch it into his memory forever, before she finally swallows it a smile graces her face.  She knows that he will remember her always after that little display, and the act of becoming a permanent piece of his history thrills her.


She knows that he will remember her always after that little display, and the act of becoming a permanent piece of his history thrills her.


She tells him that she’s going to go clean up and bring him something to do the same, but she has no idea what she’s started.  She’s awakened something in him within the last few moments that make him desire her more than he thought possible.  His cum on her face, her willingness to accept him into her body, taste him, coat her tongue and face with him, he has to have her now and as soon as she stands up, he tosses her on the bed and pulls down her panties.  His cock is still hard, surging with energy, blood and a longing to be inside of her.  As much as he wishes he could be inside of her now, they’re both still cognizant of the fact that there is a code and procedure to their relationship, and she silently points to the condoms on the night stand.  After he’s put on one, he works his way between her legs, their eyes meeting, her face still glistening with cum, and he pushes himself deep inside her.  Now it’s time for her to experience the animal she’s woken…
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Holiday Stranger

Photo: my lipstick by (model) priscilla world

The shopping center was teeming with holiday shoppers as I scanned the food court for a place to sit and enjoy my reward for finally finishing my own gifting list, peppermint ice cream, my favorite. Finding a place to sit appeared to be a lost cause and I decided to head home. As I turned toward the exit a man stood up from one of the tables near where I was standing. Thinking that I would take his place, I waited, but he was waiting, too.

The first thing I noticed about him was his stature, not that he was a giant of a man, but as he rose into his height, his shoulders squared to the floor and I could tell, even with his back to me that his chest was raised before him. His posture reminded me of the stance football captains take when they meet their opponents for the coin toss at the beginning of a game, only instead of holding a helmet under his arm, he held a large bag of Christmas gifts.

A woman rushed over to him, urging him to sit back down with a wave of her hand. He hesitated then complied, slumping to the chair like the athlete slumping to the bench after a disappointing play. The woman, oblivious to the shift in his presentation, quickly deposited another large bag of gifts at his feet while waving a credit card at him, clearly demanding another card. The man shrugged his shoulders as he reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a wallet and from the wallet another card. The woman smiled for the first time, slipped the card into her hip pocket then freed herself of both her coat and her purse, depositing both of them in the man’s lap. She spun on her heel and disappeared into the throng as he looked around, obviously perturbed at the notion that he had been reduced to the position of purse-keeper. That’s when our eyes met.

He looked past me at first, but came back to me quickly as he realized he was being watched. I blushed, guilty for intruding on his predicament as his woman’s attendant, glanced into my pink and green frozen treat then looked back at him and discovered his eyes still on me. I smiled and intensity grew in his gaze. My cheeks warmed as I blushed to even deeper shades.

The stream of shoppers between us made it seem like I was watching him in stop-motion, like claymation, but our eyes remained locked until a hurried woman passed by too close to me to avoid dragging her exhausted child into me. I almost dropped my ice cream on the child in the collision, but quickly apologized to the back of the woman who never even slowed down as she pushed her way through the crowd. Looking for a safer place to stand I noticed the entrance to the long hallway which leads to the restrooms only a few feet away. I looked back to the man, excited to see that I still held his attention. That’s when I knew that I wanted him to have me.

I took a few side steps toward the hallway then discretely pointed toward the little plaque with the man/woman symbols on it that was on the wall behind me. He looked puzzled at first, but when he recognized the invitation a grin broke across his lips. Suddenly he seemed less like an athlete than a wolf with an eye on his prey. My hands trembled at the idea of him pursuing me down the hall, at the idea of him catching me, at the idea of him releasing his cock from his pants and sliding it through my lips and across my tongue.

I lingered at the entrance to the hallway as he rose again, this time burdened with the woman’s possessions and an additional shopping bag. No longer embarrassed, he slung the purse, then the woman’s coat over his shoulder and hefted the bags of gifts before stalking through the flow of people. My heart raced and I turned toward the stark passage, following a pair of teenage girls past the back entrances of the pizzeria and the Chick-fil-a. I kept a purposeful gate down the hallway, but when the girls pushed through the door marked “women” I hesitated before dodging a woman pushing a stroller coming out the same door. A glance over my shoulder confirmed that the man had almost overtaken me. Again I hesitated, then I moved quickly to the next door, marked “men,” and pushed through.

I rushed past the urinals grateful that the one man in the public restroom didn’t notice the sound of my pumps before I had ducked into the very last stall. I listened for the man following me, but I didn’t hear him approach the door as the sound of flushing water echoed off the tiles. I stepped away from the door as it was pushed open, suddenly questioning my own judgement, suddenly a little scared, suddenly keenly aware that I didn’t care what this strange man had in store for me as long as his intention included giving me his cock. When his eyes again locked with mine I felt confident that he intended to satisfy that need.

The stall was crowded despite being designed to accommodate a person burdened by shopping bags, but we were not a person, we were two. To make room for him to close the stall door, I stepped back, straddling the toilet as he turned the latch on the door. As he turned back to me I raised the hem of my skirt to my hips and sank down onto the seat beneath me. I watched his pants swell and felt my pussy drench my panties as we both took in the vulgarity of my position. My fingers slid into my panties as he unzipped his slacks and hefted his growing cock from its prison. Already feeling the intensity of my arousal as my fingers circled my clit, my desire for his manhood overtook my fear and couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I couldn’t even look into his face when I managed to whisper a single word… “please.”

He stepped up close to me, his feet straddling the bowl alongside my own. Without ceremony his cock pushed into my mouth, then my throat, gagging me. The cup of ice cream fell from my hand even as I felt what I had eaten rise in my throat. The cold ice cream was a shock to him and he groaned but didn’t release the pressure of his hand on the back of my head. I forced myself to swallow the ice cream for the second time as he eases himself back just a bit before rocking in and out of my mouth, every few strokes testing my gag reflex, gagging me every time, causing my eyes to water and mascara to run onto my cheeks. After several minutes he finally spoke to me, but over the sound of my struggle to accommodate his cock, all I could make out were two words… “gonna……cum” and he pushed into me again, gagging me more than he had before and this time I tasted the ice cream for the second time as it spilled past his hard dick and over my lips. I drooled creamy peppermint into the toilet bowl.

Then he pulled out of my mouth so suddenly that I almost fell over, gasping for air. He started to stroke himself off and the first spurt of his hot jizz fell on my lips as I continued trying to catch my breath. I continued rubbing my pussy, feeling my own climax as he continue pumping his sperm into my mouth. I swallowed ice cream and his cream together as I struggled to catch up, but he didn’t wait for me. My fingers still worked away as I watched him put his spent cock back into his pants, zip up and leave the stall, burden and all. At last my orgasm came for me and I pushed through it, whimpering, gasping, fingering myself furiously, eyes clenched shut until it was gone.

I was alone in the stall when I opened my eyes, still gently rubbing my sensitive clit, disappointed that the encounter was over as I heard the door shut behind the stranger who had just satisfied himself with my mouth. “Thanks,” I said out loud, thinking I was alone in the restroom. I let out a sigh and started to stand and adjust my skirt when the stall door slowly swung open and the man who I had seen at the urinal a few minutes earlier smiled at me, obviously ready for his turn. My fingers slipped back into my panties as I sank again onto the seat of the toilet, a good little slut, eager to please another holiday stranger.