One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One (4 page)

Lisa put her mouth on him through the fabric as he finally found the second key. His fingers trembled, making the ring of keys jingle. There was no way he was going to be able to hold himself together. He fit the second key in the lock just as Lisa found his zipper. Lock and zipper sprang open together.

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Lisa's warm mouth kissed him through his boxer shorts.

He could feel her thumbs slide through the opening of his fly and spread the cloth wide. He thought if she actually touched him, blood vessels would burst forth with his semen. He almost dropped the keys as he fumbled to find the one to open his final lock.

Lisa's hot breath touched his naked flesh. Her lips brushed up against him, not quite kissing. The tip of her tongue touched the pulsing vein on the underside of his dick. He couldn't suppress a groan of pleasure.

He had the key in his hand, but his fingers shook too badly to fit it into the lock. Lisa smiled up at him as her cool flesh encircled his cock and took hold of him. "Pay back is a bitch!"

she told him, fighting to bring his too long cock out through the fly and into the open air.

The key slipped into place and John wrenched the lock open.

Lisa broke his penis free. He could feel her hot breath on him.

John twisted the knob and thrust the door open just as Lisa tasted the pre-cum glistening on the head of his dick.

Desperation gave John the strength to fight down a dangerous shudder. He grabbed Lisa under both armpits and hauled her into his apartment. He dropped her as soon as they cleared the door and leaned back to slam it closed. They must have had an audience, but right now it no longer mattered. He had just enough time to twist the deadbolt before Lisa's warm wet mouth swallowed him whole.

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She had him! After the way John had exposed her in the cab, she desperately wanted to one up him, and now she had done it, licking his rigid cock in the hallway of his apartment building. Lisa loved to be the one calling the shots, driving men crazy.

John hauled her half off the floor and staggered with her into his apartment. She never let go of his cock. It was thick enough to fill her hand and long enough to jut out of either side of her fist—impressive by any standard.

John dropped her unceremoniously on the floor, then twisted back to slam the door. He was still so damned worried about his neighbors, but it didn't matter now. She had won.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Lisa swallowed the head of John's incredible penis. It tasted salty with pre-cum and felt steel-cable hard.

She had him! Now she could rock his world.

John's fingers tangled in her hair and gripped her head with both hands. His low moan filled the room. Lisa bobbed up, letting her teeth scrape the purple head of his dick, then drove back down again. She could only take a few inches, but she pumped the shaft with her dark right hand in time with her mouth's movements.

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John groaned again. He was getting close. She could feel the cum building in his shaft.

"No!"

Lisa felt John's hands slide beneath her armpits and haul her up to his face. Her mouth sprang free of his cock with a soft popping noise. Her hand lost its grip on his penis.

"What's wrong?" she asked, worried as he crushed her back against the wall. His right hand squeezed her ass. His left crushed her breast.

"Nothing!" he gasped between kisses. "I'm not ready to come yet."

She tried to keep her mouth free of his. "You're going to climax more than once!"

"I know," John agreed. "But I have a simple rule. I'm not going to come all over you until I can see your tits and pussy."

Lisa bit his ear lobe. "You think it's up to you?"

John started pulling at the buttons of her blouse.

Lisa grabbed hold of his cock again. She loved to play. "Is it a race then?"

Lisa began to pump her hand on John's shaft. He was very long—seven or eight inches—and his thickness completely filled her hand.

John groaned, letting her know how close she was to winning. The distraction of her hand already made it difficult for him to manage the buttons and it would get harder as she brought him closer to the brink.

John gave up and tore the shirt apart. Buttons popped into the air as the front of Lisa's shirt ripped open between them.

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Her white lacey bra sprang into full view, still covering her straining breasts.

"Oh, God," John gasped. His hands cupped her breasts. His thumbs slid beneath the under-wire to touch her bare flesh. "I have wanted to see these since the first moment you leaned toward me in the lab."

Lisa pumped faster, furiously pushing him toward orgasm.

Sweat beaded on John's face. His hands trembled against her skin. His thumbs pulled the cups of her bra up and over Lisa's breasts, freeing her pert brown nipples to the open air.

John's quivering white hands grasped each breast, thumb and forefinger squeezing each thick nipple. "Oh, God!" he said again. Then his back arched tight, thrusting his cock higher in Lisa's hand, and ivory white semen spurted high between them.

"Oh God!" He whispered a third time, eyes closed in ecstasy as his body spasmed out of control.

Lisa kept pumping, her dark flesh sheathing his meat.

John's cock spurted like a fountain! She'd seen this happen in porn, but never thought to experience it in real life. His cum spattered across her body—neck, breasts, bra, blouse and stomach.

John gave up on his efforts to keep Lisa's breasts in his hands and collapsed against her. His whole body kept shaking, long rhythmic shudders that intensified about every third stroke she made with her hand.

His cock kept coming—albeit, much less forcefully than at first. The more he came, the tighter he squeezed her against him, as if he could pull her inside of his body.

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Lisa's own heart pounded so loudly that it was a while before she realized he was whispering her name. "Oh Lisa, oh Lisa, oh Lisa, I never dreamed anyone could do this to me."

She held him tight with her left arm, continuing to milk him with her right. Even now seminal fluid oozed out of his dick and spilled over her hand. It seemed to have no end.

As she continued to stroke him, John gradually regained his control. His trembling subsided, but his cock did not grow soft. He took a deep breath and tried to ease his embrace, but Lisa didn't let go of him. Sticky white semen slid down her dark flesh, staining her clothes, and even mingling with the links of her silver necklace.

John looked too winded to be smiling, but he gamely gave it a try. "Payback is a bitch," he told her. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room to the sofa.

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John gently set Lisa down so that her back and head rested in the corner of the couch and her legs sprawled out over the floor. He paused to look her over. She was too gorgeous and sexy to be real. Her ripped shirt sprawled to either side of her body. Her lacy bra remained twisted up above her breasts, baring her dark swollen nipples. Smears of cum stained her left aureole, not to mention the flesh of her neck, belly and hand.

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Lisa stared back at him, a knowing smile pulling at her pert brown lips. He knelt down beside her and gently brushed the hair away from her face. She had cum there too. He couldn't believe he had ejaculated like that. "I think I ruined your shirt," he told her.

"That's okay. I think I ruined your tie."

John looked down and saw unintended smears of milky white semen added to the patterns on his tie. Jerry Garcia might approve, but the corporate world would not. "It's okay," he told Lisa. "Believe me, it was worth it." He reached up to remove it from around his neck.

"Let me help you with that." Lisa propped herself up into a sitting position and began to loosen John's tie. He took advantage of the opportunity to tweak her nipple, making her laugh and fall back on the couch, pulling John after her.

John kissed Lisa, long and deep, and came up for air still smiling. "Wait right there," he told her, but instead of getting up he shifted his attention, bringing his lips down to Lisa's right aureole and gently kissing his way around the puckered border with the rest of her breast. The short hairs of his beard sent tingles of electricity through her flesh every time they touched her. When John realized this was happening, he tilted his face to brush the nipple directly with his beard.

Lisa sighed in ecstasy.

John slid further down her body.

Pulling the tie off of his neck, he wiped at his cum on her belly, kissing his way toward her skirt. The tie didn't work very well and he discarded it. When he reached Lisa's navel, 34

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he fucked it with his tongue, darting in and out with delicate fluttering strokes, before kissing his way further down.

Lisa's skirt proved to be a logistical challenge. Like most men, John didn't really know how skirts worked. He fumbled blindly for a few moments before Lisa laughed and took pity on him. She lifted her ass so she could unfasten the hook and zipper concealed behind her.

John took advantage of the moment to quickly unbutton his shirt. He pulled it and his t-shirt off. A quick kick with each heel got rid of the shoes and the pants followed quickly after them.

Lisa's skirt came free in one smooth motion, leaving her exposed in her pantyhose. John didn't like pantyhose. They were far too encompassing to give him the access he desired, so without hesitation he pulled them off as well. He had a little trouble getting them past the anklet so he ended up removing it, pulling the panty hose free of Lisa's foot, and then carefully reattaching the bracelet around her leg. He took advantage of the opportunity to fulfill an earlier desire, kissing Lisa's ankle and calf before working his way up to her thighs.

Now only in her gray silk panties, the cool apartment air caressed Lisa's newly exposed thighs. She lifted her ass so he could remove those too but he ignored the invitation. Instead, John leaned close and blew gently on Lisa's wet thighs. She stirred, moaned in response, and spread her legs wider for him. Encouraged, John placed his hands on both knees and gently pressed for even greater access. He rubbed his short chin whiskers against her soft moist flesh.

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His cock began to thicken again and its movement against Lisa's leg attracted her attention.

"I didn't think men came like that except in movies," Lisa told him.

John kissed her right thigh about four inches south of her panties. "I claim no credit," he told her. "If I were twenty I could, but thirty-seven year old men do not shoot cum across the room. We dribble."

Lisa started to giggle so John bit her gently where the panty touched her legs.

Lisa yelped and slapped at him. "You did not dribble."

John rubbed his cheek against her panties, feeling the wetness on his face. "My point exactly. You're responsible.

Look, if I can't shoot cum when I masturbate, it only stands to reason that I hit the ceiling tonight because you are one incredibly hot and sexy babe."

He inserted his little finger beneath the silk and lifted, blowing softly inside across Lisa's lips.

She squirmed in delight. "I don't think I'm a babe."

John pulled her panties firmly out of the way, exposing for the first time a view of her glistening dark lips and a thin thatch of trim hair. John looked back up at her mostly naked, cum-stained body, letting her see him evaluating her. Her swollen nipples pointed toward the ceiling. Her awesome upper lips parted gently to help her breathe. "Lisa, you've got more call to the title
babe
then all the porn stars in Hollywood."