Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... as I skipped toward the stairs. Truth be told, I wasn't nearly done for the night. In fact, I wasn't even tired. I knew I was really playing with fire now, but damn it if he didn't deserve this for what he put me through all day long. Zeke kicked off his shoes and removed his pants completely, throwing them aside haphazardly so he could move unrestricted as he came after me. I giggled at the sight of him walking towards me like a man on a mission with his dick jutting out proudly before him. His erection looked terribly amusing swaying side to side and bouncing up and down with each step he took. It especially stood out because it was still slick – and thus shiny – from my own wetness and his pre-ejaculate. I turned around again quickly and put my foot on the first step, but Zeke caught up to me and grabbed my wrist, yanking me backwards harshly. I yelped in surprise as I lost my balance. Instead of falling flat on my ass like I had thought, I fell back into Zeke's chest as he caught me and wrapped his arms tightly around me, pinning mine to my side. “I didn't give you permission to leave, Emily,” he growled into my ear. I bit my lower lip at his menacing tone, I knew he was surely going to punish me now. Zeke released me, only to push me up against the nearest wall. He slid my shirt and bra up and out of the way in the process, revealing my tits and hardened nipples to the air. Aside from the sexual aspect, that was quite welcome. Wearing a bra all day is a pain and letting ...

... the girls breathe is usually the first thing I do when I get home, but I digress. Zeke pinned me between the wall and himself, causing my nipples to brush against the cool and somewhat rough surface of the matte paint, which felt more like primer than the smooth or shiny finish of most paints. Zeke held my wrists together with one hand, pinning them to the wall above my head as he maintained a firm grasp on my hip with his other hand. I pointed my butt out toward him for easier access, but at the same time pretended to struggle against him. This time, instead of simply flipping my skirt up Zeke unzipped the side and pulled it down causing the light fabric to pool around my ankles. Once more and without warning, Zeke thrust into my willing slit, burying himself to the hilt. Unfortunately this time I wasn't pent-up enough have another orgasm right off the bat. I'd have to work up to the second one a bit more. Hopefully the second wouldn't also be the last for today. Much to my surprise Zeke pulled out completely just as quickly as he had entered me, but I soon found out why. I felt his member sliding up and down my ass, the tip lightly prodding at my other hole. I sucked in a breath and held it for a few moments, but made no attempt to even hint that I wanted him to stop. Not that he would have stopped even if I begged, I was being punished after all. Besides, that was the point of a safe word. A word I wouldn't be saying any time soon. After a bit more teasing, Zeke positioned ...