Marta in the Doorway by Mark Aster "I guess what bugs me," Marta says, her bare arms crossed in front of her, leaning against the doorframe and not coming into the room, "is how you just invite yourself in here without any warning, and then you assume we're going to end up in bed." I look up from my book, sitting up in the bed in Marta's guest room. "Do I assume that?" I say. Marta purses her lips. "I call up, I say that I'm going to be in town for a few days and do you maybe have room, and you don't say No, and you don't say 'No, you'll have to spring for a hotel this time, you cheapskate'". One side of Marta's thin mouth quirks up a degree or two. "And you also don't say 'OK, but we aren't going to fuck.'" Now her lips part a little. Her lips are moist and pink and I like to look at them. She doesn't say anything. "And also you don't say 'OK, but you have to promise to run screaming if I show up in the doorway in my underwear and start talking about sex.'" She closes her lips again, and stands there in her white bra and her bikini panties, and scowls at me. Suddenly it seems silly that the two of us, two people in this big city that can stand to be in each other's company, are so far apart. I get up from the bed in my boxers and walk over to her. She still doesn't say anything. I stand near Marta and look at the tan skin of her arms, her collarbones and the tops of her breasts, the soft pores at the edge of her mouth. I put my hands on her upper arms, gripping her shoulders very gently. "Marta, nothing has to happen here. We don't have to have sex. All you have to say is 'I don't want to go to bed with you', and we won't." I don't know if I'm good for Marta. Maybe I satisfy some deep need inside her, or maybe I just feed her inner conflicts and self-doubt. But I do know that my cock is starting to tent out the front of my shorts, and she can feel it pressing up against her stomach, and when she still doesn't say anything, but her black eyes are looking deep and hot at me, I take her face in my hands and kiss her mouth. Her lips are soft and she takes my tongue into herself and sucks on it and groans. "God," she breathes as I kiss her cheeks and her eyes, "God it's been so long." And I know she doesn't just mean how long it's been since I held her and fucked her, but also how long it's been since anyone did, and I think to myself Hey, who's to blame for that, when she radiates enough Attitude to scare away anyone with enough sense to want her in the first place. Well, not quite anyone, obviously, since here I am undoing her bra and stroking her tits, pulling on her nipples and kissing her hard on the lips, while she reaches down between us and frees my penis from my shorts and makes a fist around it, squeezing me up and down so I groan into her mouth. She opens her legs where we're standing there in the doorway and rides my thigh, pressing her crotch against me while she kisses my chest and pumps my cock with her hand until it aches and throbs. My blood is pounding very nicely, and I could stand there kissing her and peeling off her underwear for a long time, but she pushes me back toward the bed and strips it off herself, and naked she grabs the top of my shorts impatiently and strips them off, too. She kisses me again, and moans, and I lie down and take her on top of me. She spreads her thighs wide, and I feel the stiff fur of her pussy against my leg, and then my cock bends as she pushes her hips at me. She wants me inside her badly, which is nice, but I put one hand on her warm skinny ass and hold her hips against my thigh, and I twine my other hand in her hair and bring our mouths together, because I like kissing Marta, even or especially when she is panting and groaning with desire and frustration, and my tongue in her mouth makes her whole body quiver and buck. Then her hand snakes down between us and slips the head of my cock against her labia, and I slide into her easily, because her cunt is soaking with woman-juice. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me oh yes god do it oh oh oh oh yesss..." she hisses unimaginatively into my ear, raising and lowering her hips urgently. It feels nice, it feels amazing, my cock is pumping pleasure into my brain at a great clip, but Marta's strokes are too fast to get me off so I lie there and rub her ass and gasp and talk dirty into her ear until she comes, her body writhing naked and tense and sweaty on top of me and her cunt spasming around me and then she rolls off and I come out of her with an audible Pop. She lies there shuddering for a second. When she opens her eyes they are a little softer, a little out of focus, but still Marta. She looks at my face, and down at my wet stiff cock. "You're still..." I grin. "And now I suppose you want I should take it in my mouth and let you shoot it into me there?" I roll over toward her, pinning her down with one leg and twining one hand into her hair again. I kiss her mouth and then suck on her closer nipple, tweaking it back and forth with my tongue so she wails and shudders with aftershocks. Then I bite her earlobe and press her body down into the bed with my leg, pushing her thighs apart and sliding my hand down between them. "Maybe I'll just turn you over and stick it into that hot tight little asshole of yours; would you like to be fucked in the ass right now?" Her mouth is open wide because I'm sliding two fingers over her clit and around the mouth of her cunt. "Or maybe I'll put your knees up by your shoulders and pin you to the bed with my cock, and fuck your pussy again until I come." I move my fingers faster, in and out of her slit, and she starts to spasm again. "I think I'd like that." So in the middle of her latest orgasm I swing up over her on the bed and spread and raise her knees, push my hips in between them, and slip my cock into her. It's still hard and slick from before, and as soon as I'm in her I feel the pressure building up. But I want it to take a long time, I want to pump into Marta, angry Marta who was standing in the doorway in her underwear and now is naked underneath me pressed down into the mattress by the weight of my body as I fuck her, Marta whose pretty lips are wide open and whose black scolding eyes are closed tight as her body bucks and she moans and cries out. God, Marta, take that, take it deep, open wider, let me fuck you so hard you finally know how you make me feel, fucking her over and over and in and out of her sweet pussy and then shit I'm coming, I'm coming; and I come inside her, my cock exploding with sperm into the depths of her cunt, and I fall on her and groan into her ear and she yells and scratches her nails down my back and the sheets are sticky and warm and we collapse. She is asleep almost before my limp cock slides out of her. I wipe us up a little, just a nod toward hygiene, and I roll onto my back and slip my arm under her, draw her head onto my shoulder and kiss her hair. I stroke her back and start to drift off, and she is relaxed and innocent like a child. Which of course she isn't at all. And that's really the end of the story, although the next evening I'm lying relaxed in the bed, naked again, while Marta, in panties and a white men's undershirt, lies on her stomach between my legs with my cock in her mouth, moving her head up and down relentlessly, and every time I start to come she stops sucking and grins up at me, squeezing her thumb against that place under my cock that cuts off the flow, and then licking my tenderest parts with her short sharp tongue and sliding her lips down around me again. Finally I do come, groaning and gripping her hair, and she keeps sucking on my cock until it's empty, letting my come dribble out of her mouth and down onto my skin. And that sort of thing. But that doesn't really tell you any more about Marta than you already know. Marta in the Doorway by Mark Aster The End