Subject: Craving Kelly (MF, oral)
Written by: Matt Schroeder <mrschroeder1982@yahoo.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, March 8, 2009 3:50:03 AM
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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Dear Kelly,
A couple of days ago, you sent me three pictures and asked me to do tributes for
them. Attached find three tributes. I suppose now you'll be wanting to know
what I was thinking about when I did them. I'll tell you about what was going
through the ol' noggin for the first one (the picture of you and your cousin),
since my thoughts for the other two weren't nearly as interesting as my thoughts
for the first.
Even though the picture was of the two of you, I could only think of you. I
imagined that the two of us had been on a date at a nice restaurant. You were
dressed to the nines in a beautiful green dress and I in a dress shirt, tie and
dress pants. After dinner, we got back in my car and I drove you home. After I
pulled in to your driveway, we sat in the car for a few minutes and chatted
until I finally said that I'd had a lovely time with you and leaned over to give
you a kiss on the cheek. At that point, you said, "Well, would you like to come
in?"
The next thing I knew, we were in your living room sitting next to each other on
your couch. I had already loosened my tie a little bit, but suddenly your hand
was on my tie, pulling my face to yours. We kissed like that for a few minutes,
one of my hands running up and down your back while the other was on the back of
your head.
Your hands were free, so you started pulling my shirt tails out of my pants.
Once that was done, your left hand rotated around to my chest and started
unbuttoning my shirt. After you got a couple buttons, I loosened my tie enough
to take it off and throw it across the room. By this time, you had finished
unbuttoning my shirt, so you pushed it off my shoulders while I slipped my arms
through the sleeves and let it fall to the ground.
I decided to take a little more initiative at this point and, as we started to
kiss again, my right hand slid down to your ass and gently squeezed it. You
moaned your appreciation into my mouth, so I cupped your ass with both my hands
and squeezed harder. Finally, you pushed me back and said simply, "Watch."
You stood up, turned on some music, and started dancing very slowly. As you
danced, you started unzipping your dress. Then with your back turned to me, you
slipped it off your shoulders and let it pool at your feet, leaving you naked
but for a thong. You looked at me over your shoulder for a moment, turned
around, and walked toward me.
You leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek before dropping to your
knees. You put your hands on my knees and pushed them open, then ran your hands
up my legs and over my crotch. You started rubbing my cock through my pants for
a minute while you kissed my stomach and chest. By now, my cock was so hard
from your striptease and the stimulation that it was threatening to burst
through my pants.
In no time, you had my zipper down and your hand inside my pants. You smiled
when you discovered that I was wearing boxer shorts, and I heard you mumble
something about "easy access." Your fingers traced their way through my pubic
hair and closed around my shaft. You tugged on my cock a few times before
pulling it out of my pants.
I whispered, "What do you plan to do with that?"
You looked up at me with a glint in your eye and said, "What you want me to do
with it?"
Hoarsely, I groaned, "I think you know what I want you to do," as my hard cock
lurched in your hand.
"Tell me," you breathed back. Then, with more force, you said, "Tell me what
you want me to do."
"Oh fuck," I cried out. "I want you to suck my cock! I want your mouth on my
cock!"
In no time, you had my zipper down and your hand inside my pants. You smiled
when you discovered that I was wearing boxer shorts, and I heard you mumble
something about "easy access." Your fingers traced their way through my pubic
hair and closed around my shaft. You tugged on my cock a few times before
pulling it out of my pants.
I whispered, "What do you plan to do with that?"
You looked up at me with a glint in your eye and said, "What you want me to do
with it?"
Hoarsely, I groaned, "I think you know what I want you to do," as my hard cock
lurched in your hand.
"Tell me," you breathed back. Then, with more force, you said, "Tell me what
you want me to do."
"Oh fuck," I cried out. "I want you to suck my cock! I want your mouth on my
cock!"
You smiled wickedly, bent your head down, and started kissing my thighs. After
a couple of kisses, you looked up at me and whispered, "Maybe I don't want to
suck your cock."
For a second, I thought maybe you were serious, but the glint in your eye gave
you away. I decided to play along.
"I can't make you do anything you don't want to do," I chuckled. "Maybe I
should ask you. Would you like to suck my cock?"
You huffed a little at this and I could see your thoughts written on your face:
"What makes this guy think he's so special that I would beg to go down on him?"
I think in spite of this you knew that I was teasing, but even still, you gave
my cock a tug as though to say, "I'm the one in charge here."
I gave out a small painful groan and quickly said, "Okay, okay, you win! Would
you please suck my dick? PLEASE?"
A big grin crept across your face. "That's more like it," you sighed. "Say it
again!"
I took a deep breath and managed to say, "I want you to suck my dick. Please
suck my dick."
You laughed and started kissing my thighs again, but stayed away from the most
important area. "Say it again," you breathed.
By now, my eyes were closed and my thoughts were focused squarely on what you
were doing. "Suck my cock," I whimpered. "Please... put my cock in your
mouth."
You chuckled, but kept up the tease. Your kisses got closer to "ground zero,"
but still didn't hit the target. "Keep saying it," you whispered.
My eyes popped open and I sat up. "God damn it," I yelled. "What is it going
to take? Please! I'm begging you! Suck my dick!"
You laughed and put one hand on my chest, pushing me back onto the couch. In
one fluid motion, your head was bent and you had my entire length in your mouth.
"Oh... God..." I moaned, as my eyes fluttered and rolled back in my head.
You chuckled at my reaction. That is, you chuckled as well as could be expected
with a penis in your mouth. You sucked on my cock like an ice cream cone, then
came up and sucked on the head before finally coming up for air. Finally, you
kissed the tip of my cock once, then twice.
"You know," you complained, "I usually enjoy hearing if I'm doing a good job."
My brain wasn't working at that time, and all I could manage to get out was,
"Uh... oh..." and some wordless, guttural grunts.
You smiled and said, "I guess that means I'm doing okay," as you took my cock in
your mouth again.
As you started to work your magic again, I finally managed to take control of my
mouth and stuttered a response: "That... th... that is... un... unbe... oh
God... unbelievable. Oh fuck..."
"That's more like it," you muttered. Your tongue danced around the tip of my
penis and along the underside of the shaft. You bobbed up and down on me a few
times before slowing down, taking my cock out of your mouth, and licking it from
the base to the tip.
I couldn't take it any longer and I managed to get to my feet. "Alright," I
growled. "It's your turn now!" With that, I grabbed you under the arms, picked
you up, and threw you not-so-gracefully on the couch.
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To be continued?
Matt
Matt Schroeder - Craving Kelly